4506: C4506 Suppressing Others with Power(part Ii)

C4506 Suppressing Others with Power(part Ii)

Gu Qingming was unable to answer his question. After all, as a native of the continent, who would have thought that there was actually a transmigrator in this world?0

Unfortunately, Lin Hao had already found the broken point of the Formation, and was unable to spare any energy to explain a reasonable explanation for himself. He could only allow this farce to continue.

Through the damaged Formation, Lin Hao finally understood why the ancestors used these two connected Tree of the Firmaments as the eye of the formation. They cherished the Mountain and River Sacrificial Ceremony that only existed once every thousand years and wanted to suppress the Demonic Beast under the root of the tree.

To be precise, it wasn't a Demonic Beast, but a type of primordial Mystical Beast that was the most familiar to modern people - Qiongqi.

It was a completely black tiger. As it breathed, its black fur spread out like snake scales, revealing the red patterns underneath.

It had two curved horns on its forehead, and the tip of the horns was flashing with a dark green light. Its scarlet tongue would occasionally poke out, leisurely licking its nose and mouth. The tip of the tongue was like a snake's forked tongue, looking moist and stinky.

Its four legs were no longer covered with fur, and instead, there were claws covered with black scales. When they were put together, a pair of golden eyes stared at the top, as if they could see Lin Hao's Soul Power.

However, it did not panic. Instead, it opened its mouth, revealing its tongue. It looked like a human laughing mockingly and not a beast.

"Human, what a creature that overestimates its own strength." It opened its mouth and actually laughed. Its voice had the unique hissing sound of a snake, which sounded strange and terrifying.

Although its eyes were looking at the upper part of the Formation, it was looking deeply into the depths of Lin Hao's soul. With just a glance, it seemed to have an inborn power, which shook Lin Hao so much that he suddenly retreated a few inches and looked at it cautiously.

The damage on the Formation seemed to be caused naturally, but the Aura on the Qiongqi was very strange.

Logically speaking, with the Tree of the Firmament and Lin Hao's Soul Force as a bridge, the demonic aura on the Qiongqi's body would be reduced by twenty to thirty percent, and the repair work of the Formation would also become a little more effort.Edited by: Lifer, Fingerfox Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

However, what Lin Hao saw at this moment was the roots that had been corroded. The original brown color had turned black, as if it had been burned by flames. It was turning into ashes bit by bit, scattering in the soil.

The black color was like a poisonous snake that had climbed up a tree. It stretched its body inch by inch, slowly eroding the roots.

No wonder only the Mountain and River Sacrificial Ceremony this time had almost drained the Imperial Emperor, and even let Lin Hao see that there was something wrong with it.

So it was because the Demonic Qi of the Qiongqi had already corroded the tree root of the Tree of the Firmament. It was waiting for the Mountain and River Sacrificial Ceremony to open up a path to absorb the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth, and when the tree root was at its weakest, it would break the seal in one go!

Lin Hao spread out his Soul Force and split into a dozen or so strands that drilled into the root, attempting to cut off the corroded root to prevent the demonic aura from invading.

However, the Tree of the Firmament's thousand year foundation, the Qiongqi, had been preparing for this for an unknown period of time. How could it be that Lin Hao alone was able to cut off all of it?

Not to mention that he had to divide his attention to maintain the stability of the bridge, so that the Tree of the Firmament could disperse the demonic aura that entered his body as soon as possible, greatly reducing the amount of energy he could mobilize.

But at this moment, Patriarch Sicheng had already stood up slowly. He walked towards Gu Qingming step by step with a determined look on his face. He did not care about the wound on his neck that was getting deeper and deeper.

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