Huo Yuhao stood up slowly, his ice-blue left eye exuding a bit of coldness through the broken goggles.
Huo Qiuer was a little confused and said: "How do you want to lift the table? Do you rely on these undead creatures?"
Looking around at the surrounding undead creatures, there were countless skeletons, lichs, abominations... It had been a long time since I saw living people entering the demiplane of the undead. They instinctively gathered here, but because of the presence of Huo Yuhao and Yin Lex, The breath is just looking at each other from a distance.
Among them, the most powerful Frost Bone Dragon exudes pressure that is not inferior to that of a Super Douluo. Even a strong Super Douluo will die once he falls into these undead creatures.
The undead army surrounded everyone and never crossed the thunder pool.
A deep aura that was more dangerous than the bone dragon faintly came from the undead group, but it was not clear where it came from.
Huo Yuhao did not answer Huo Qiu'er's question. Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly walked towards somewhere in the demiplane of the undead.
All the undead creatures in front of him took the initiative to make way, and that road led to the source of the dangerous aura.
It is different from the highly recognizable breath of death on the undead, which is more similar to metal.
Huo Yuhao slowly started to move forward. Huo Qiu'er immediately followed him. The others looked at each other and followed suit. The sleeping Wang Dong was held by Cai Meier.
Within a few minutes of walking, they saw the source of the mysterious and dangerous aura.
"This, this is...?" Everyone was shocked, Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo were breathing rapidly.
They were nine-level fixed soul-guided artillery shells neatly arranged and stacked. On the dark metal shell, there was also an extremely dangerous, please do not approach warning icon.
There are thirty level nine custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells!
"Yuhao, you...how do you have so many level nine artillery shells?" Xian Lin'er's voice was trembling.
A level 9 fixed soul cannonball is comparable to the full force of an Extreme Douluo, and is enough to instantly kill a weaker Titled Douluo and completely destroy a small city.
Now there are thirty level nine artillery shells here, even Extreme Douluo can't resist them, right?
Huo Yuhao said solemnly: "Mr. Yin, I don't understand space very well. Is the power of these shells enough to explode space?"
Yinlux said: "The power is completely sufficient, but the key to the problem now is how you can detonate it smoothly."
Huo Yuhao slowly stepped forward and gently stroked the metal shell of one of the cannonballs.
Everyone else instinctively stayed away from these dangerous shells. Only Huo Qiuer's eyes were excited and her heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.
With so many level nine custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells detonating at the same time, maybe not even the strongest man in the continent, the Beast God Emperor Tian, could compete with them.
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He murmured to himself: "Huo Yuhao, I find that I really like you."
Cai Meier asked uneasily: "Can we succeed with these soul-guided cannonballs?"
Huo Yuhao asked coldly: "Is there any other way besides this? Dean Cai, do you think that for the sake of other people's freedom, you should compromise with them at my expense?"
Just as Cai Meier was about to deny it, Huo Yuhao continued talking on his own.
"If it can really make society's total utility better at the expense of my own interests, then I am willing to give up part of my interests. But..."
He changed the topic and looked at Cai Mei'er coldly: "That's what I did when I was at Shrek. But after I did it, others would not care about my tolerance at all and would go even further. In the end, nothing changed. Instead, everything got worse.”
Before Huo Yuhao finished speaking, a voice shouted to Cai Meier.
"I support Yuhao. Lao Qian, what do you say?"
It was Xian Lin'er who spoke out, her tone not allowing for refutation, and she was cursing.
Qian Duoduo, who was beside her, nodded and said, "I also support Yuhao."
Qian Duoduo looks very embarrassed now. There are two long and ferocious blood marks on his chest, which were left by him during his deep adventure.
Xian Lin'er felt distressed and cursed angrily: "What a bullshit test, I don't think that guy wants to let us live at all."
Huo Yuhao looked at the two of them with a somewhat complicated look. He really didn't expect that in this situation, the two deans would be the first to support him so firmly.
In the Noumenon Sect, Long Aotian took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Our Noumenon Sect pays most attention to the cultivation of spiritual power. Opening the sea of spirit to the strong is no different than death."
"The punishment is just death. Even if the sect master is threatened, he will definitely fight with all his strength against the enemy. He will never allow any sect disciple to be sacrificed in exchange for my life."
Beside him, Vina nodded equally firmly.
"I also support Brother Hao." Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were the next to speak.
Then there is Beibei and Tangya.
"I agree."
Then there was Ning Tian. She and Wu Feng were holding hands with a strange expression. She was just halfway through her true adventure when she was teleported away.
But Ning Tian had a hunch in his heart that even if he passed the test of sincere adventure, it would not be a good thing.
"Then...since everyone agrees, I can't object, right?" Xu Sanshi finally answered without any sense of existence.
Cai Meier stared at the others blankly. No one present expressed any objection, and their support was all from the heart, not because of insincere threats.
Seeing that everyone firmly agreed to his plan, Huo Yuhao smiled, and his smile also came from the bottom of his heart.
Yinlux always remained calm: "My child, there is another problem in front of you now."
"If so many shells appear at the same time, that existence will definitely be able to detect your purpose."
"At that time, your chances of successfully detonating it will inevitably drop significantly."
No one spoke anymore, a tacit silence remained in the demiplane of the undead for a short time, and there was an insurmountable obstacle on the exit to freedom.
What if the owner of Qiankun Wenqing Valley suddenly senses danger and blocks Huo Yuhao's soul power and martial spirit like before?
Everyone's emotions are extremely tense, waiting for a solution.
Huo Yuhao thought for a while, seemed to have found a way to break the situation, and told Yin Lex his plan.
Yinlux pondered for a moment and nodded solemnly: "My child, you can give it a try. If this plan fails, I will burn all my consciousness to help you break through the blockade of soul power."
Huo Yuhao looked at another person present: "Ning Tian, with your soul power, how long can you increase the power of a ninth-level soul guide?"
Ning Tian frowned and made an estimate: "My current condition is not very good, and the increase in the level 9 soul guide consumes too much. I can only hold on for one second? Or two seconds?"
"It doesn't take that long. One-thirtieth, no, one-twenty-ninth is enough." Huo Yuhao turned to look at the cannonball and said calmly.
Huo Qiuer asked in surprise: "You want to keep one more?"
Huo Yuhao denied: "How is that possible? They must all be filled."
He took a deep breath and made the final arrangements. The outline of the Door of the Dead appeared in front of him again.
Huo Qiuer finally asked: "Can we really succeed?"
She didn't ask "you" again, but asked "us".
Huo Yuhao paused, and his firm and confident gaze could be seen through the broken goggles.
"Do you know the name of this place?" Huo Yuhao asked.
"Isn't it the demiplane of the undead?"
"Besides the demiplane of the undead, there is a name for this place."
Huo Yuhao said two syllables one by one: "The place of death."
He clenched his left hand hard and his tone was firm.
"Throw it to death so that you can survive."
The Door of the Dead opened, and Huo Yuhao walked through the door resolutely.
Qiankun Wenqing Valley, golden square.
"Holy Son, no, why!"
Everyone in the Holy Spirit Sect still couldn't believe the fact that Huo Yuhao was the Son of God.
In addition, several people who killed each other for a chance to survive in the previous adventure are staring at each other, and the atmosphere is extremely disharmonious.
Fortunately, the deputy leader Fengling is now in charge of the overall situation. After the martial arts and soul power are no longer restricted, the others are temporarily safe under her care.
The familiar door of the dead opened again, and Huo Yuhao's figure emerged from it. Now, his eyes are still gray.
"Holy Son!" Second Elder Nangong Wan still did not change his words. He said in a pleading tone, "For the continuation of the Holy Religion, please sacrifice yourself."
Most of these people in the Holy Spirit Sect are over a hundred years old. Even if they can live another hundred years, they will be no different from the dead.
Of course they care more about their own lives than the Holy Son.
Huo Yuhao said calmly: "Second Elder, don't worry, I will take you out."
"Holy Son, you..." Nangong Wan was immediately pleasantly surprised, and other members of the Holy Spirit Sect also looked happy.
Does Huo Yuhao really want to sacrifice himself to restore freedom for others?
Huo Yuhao stood in the center of the golden square, looked up into the sky, and said word by word: "I speak to the sky!"
A calm voice sounded in the air: "Have you made your decision?"
"Whenever you choose to accept the purification of this valley's light, others will be able to leave this valley."
Huo Yuhao did not answer its question, but asked: "Let me ask you, are you Tang San?"
Poseidon Tang San!
When everyone in the Holy Spirit Sect heard this, they all shouted in surprise. Could it be that the dull voice in this secret realm was the Poseidon Tang San from thousands of years ago?
There was no answer in the calm voice.
"There is no need to deny it. The only god related to the Tang Sect Haotian Sect is the Poseidon Tang San from ten thousand years ago. And there is still a statue of you in Shrek Academy!" Huo Yuhao said loudly.
The plain voice remained silent.
Huo Yuhao continued to question in a cold voice: "You have been monitoring my life, right? Why?"
"If you want to kill me, it's easy. What is your purpose?"
This time it was a majestic voice.
"I have indeed been silently observing your life. This is because I believe that you are a person with a righteous heart and a passionate heart. I have chosen you to observe whether you can promote the development of this continent and spread justice."
"Unfortunately, I am very disappointed with your performance. You are full of enthusiasm, but your methods and means of solving problems are extremely bad."
The tone of the authoritative voice leaned toward scolding.
"Father's semen and mother's blood carry the child for ten months, but if you don't acknowledge your biological father, you are being unfilial."
"Nurtured by the country, cultivated by the elders,
But you have no teacher, which is disloyal. "
"A person like you, who has no king, no father, no teacher, is unfaithful, unfilial and unjust, you even want to worship an evil demon from outside the territory as your teacher and practice the evil soul-eating method."
The majestic voice spoke righteously: "Stop being stubborn!"
"I believe you still have justice in your heart, so don't let others be trapped in this valley for hundreds of years just because you were deceived for a moment."
Huo Yuhao's expression was cold as he retorted one by one.
"Why should a son be filial if his father is not kind? Why should his ministers be loyal if the king is not benevolent? You are the one who controls everyone's destiny, but you have to rebuke me for bringing others down."
"You obviously have the ability to lead this continent forward on your own, but you still waste your time on me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
He asked back using the same sentence pattern.
"It has been thousands of years since I became a god, but the continent is still stagnant and evil is everywhere. It's because of incompetence!"
"It is boring to take pleasure in toying with the fate of mortals without thinking about how to solve the problems on the mainland!"
"A person as incompetent and boring as you is worthy of being called a god and respected by the world?"
The majestic voice was a little gloomy: "The world has its own rules. Gods cannot interfere with the development of the continent, so I have to choose you."
Although he did not directly state who he was, during the back and forth questioning, the majestic voice already acquiesced to his identity.
He is one of the Seven Shrek Monsters from thousands of years ago, the sea god Tang San.
Now that Huo Yuhao has determined what he is thinking, there is no need for him to continue to hide it.
Everyone in the Holy Spirit Church was dumbfounded.
"Since you can't interfere, then just be a mascot in the sky and don't dictate my life and the fate of this continent."
Huo Yuhao continued to shout angrily to the sky: "This continent has given you ten thousand years, but you have accomplished nothing, so give up your position and see how I can resolve the conflicts on this continent within a hundred years!"
Tang San said coldly: "As long as the evil remnant soul in you is not removed, you will become a hidden danger on the mainland. How can I let you leave this valley and endanger the world?"
"Don't make the same mistake again!"
"If you join evil, what qualifications do you have to keep saying you will do it for the mainland?"
Huo Yuhao clenched his left hand and raised it into a fist. A green light flashed on it, and his tone reached its highest point at this moment.
"Do you think I can be trapped here?"
The Door of the Undead opened, and a level nine fixed soul-guided artillery shell wrapped in ice was sent out.
"That...that's..."
The eyes of everyone in the Holy Spirit Church were filled with fear.
In the sky, the faces of the owners of the two voices also changed slightly at the same time.
"Third brother, such a powerful soul power fluctuation, is that...?" He asked in a calm voice, surprised by the sudden appearance of the ninth-level fixed soul cannonball.
"Hmph, a flying insect is shaking a tree, Rongrong, don't worry about it."
Tang San said with some disdain, the title also hinted at the true identity of the owner of Pingdan's voice, who was none other than Ning Rongrong, one of the first Shrek Seven Monsters.
"Let him know that all his struggles are in vain."
Huo Yuhao looked up to the sky and roared loudly, and the fluctuations in his soul power reached the peak at this moment.
"No matter how many mistakes I make, I am still more qualified than you!"
"Because at least I'm still standing on the ground and haven't gone to the sky!"
Following Huo Yuhao's last shout, a green light bloomed in his left arm, and the intense chill that had been building up for a long time suddenly burst out.
Ice Jade Scorpion's left arm bone, ice blast technique!
The ice surrounding the ninth-level fixed soul-guided cannonball exploded, causing the terrifying weapon inside to be detonated together.
Huge energy fluctuations were mixed with a biting chill, and the dazzling green light instantly filled the entire golden square.
"ah--"
The Holy Spirit teaches everyone to subconsciously want to run, but where can they run?
The screams that almost sounded together were drowned in the roar of the ninth-level fixed soul-guided artillery shells.
The powerful impact of the explosion was almost entirely squeezed into the current
In a small space, the consequence of energy being unable to be released outward is that it is continuously compressed within the space until it exceeds the load that the space can bear.
Finally, the space shattered, and the entire golden square was reduced to nothing in an instant, returning to the void.
The Door of the Dead opened again, and Huo Yuhao's figure slowly walked out of it, his expression solemn.
The golden square had disappeared, but after the space was shattered, he did not return to the mainland. In front of him was still the dazzling beauty of the sun and moon forming a lake, with the lake emitting golden and silver light.
The ninth-level custom-installed soul-guided artillery shell did shatter the space where the golden square was located, but it was still within the scope of Qiankun Wenqing Valley.
"Holy Son, why?"
Fengling's shrill wail echoed in Qiankun Wenqing Valley.
A level 9 fixed soul-guided cannonball was equivalent to a full blow from an Ultimate Douluo. Faced with the destructive power of a level 9 fixed-installed soul-guided cannon at such a close range, everyone except her was wiped out in an instant.
Nangong Wan, Zhang Peng, the Great Elder... they had consumed too much strength in the previous killings of each other, and were unable to resist the ninth-level fixed soul-guided artillery shells. Only Fengling, who was in full health and had the highest cultivation level, survived, but her appearance was tragic. Incessantly.
The ghosts of the Holy Spirit who died tragically are constantly wandering around the Valley of Questions, expressing their resentment.
"Is this what you rely on?"
Tang San's somewhat contemptuous voice came from the air.
"Do you think that this one cannonball alone can help you escape from this valley?"
Huo Yuhao sneered: "Of course not."
The next second, a dangerous aura that was far more terrifying than the previous ninth-level fixed soul cannonball suddenly appeared next to him.
Tang San in the mist was stunned for a moment, his eyes no longer had the calmness before, and regardless of the image, he shouted: "Uncertain storm!"
Blue-gold light instantly fell from the sky and turned into a ring, covering the twenty-nine level nine fixed-installation soul-guided artillery shells that were covered with ice and tightly stacked together with Huo Yuhao.
The power of the previous nine-level fixed soul-guided shells was far from enough to destroy the space inside Qiankun Wenqing Valley, but these twenty-nine shells were completely capable.
Tang San's eyes were full of vigilance. While using Uncertain Storm, he wanted to restrict Huo Yuhao's martial spirit and soul power again.
Without soul power, Huo Yuhao would not be able to detonate these shells.
However, this time, Tang San miscalculated, and Qiankun Wenqing Valley no longer placed any restrictions on Huo Yuhao.
How can it be? Why?
Huo Yuhao was seen looking up into the air, his gray left eye full of contempt, and a hint of a victorious smile at the corner of his mouth.
In the Valley of Qiankun Wenqing, the dead souls and resentments of the second elder Nangong Wan, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, and all the strong men who were killed by the ninth-level fixed soul cannon just now are rapidly condensing on him.
The dead souls of a total of eight Titled Douluo and above powerful people gathered together, and a chaotic and deep aura burst out from Huo Yuhao, dispelling all restrictions.
Horror had already filled Tang San's eyeballs, and he realized that everything was out of his control.
Huo Yuhao raised his head, raised his left arm that was once again shrouded in green light, and roared unyieldingly with a smile:
"Reject the Holy Spirit!"
