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"If so many shells appear at the same time, that being will definitely be able to detect your purpose."
"By then, your chances of successfully detonating the explosion will inevitably drop significantly."
No one spoke anymore, and there was a brief tacit silence in the undead demiplane. There was still an insurmountable obstacle on the exit to freedom.
What if the master of Qiankun Valley of Love suddenly senses the danger and seals Huo Yuhao’s soul power and martial spirit as he did before?
Everyone was extremely nervous, waiting for a solution.
Huo Yuhao pondered for a while and seemed to have found a way out of the impasse. He told Yin Laix about his plan.
Yin Laix pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Kid, you can give it a try. If this plan fails, I will help you break through the blockade of soul power even if it means burning all my consciousness."
Huo Yuhao looked at another person present and said, "Ning Tian, with your soul power, how long can you amplify the ninth-level soul guide?"
Ning Tian frowned and estimated: "I'm not in a very good condition now, and the consumption of amplifying the ninth-level soul guide is too great. I can only hold on for one second? Or two seconds?"
“It doesn’t take that long. One thirty, no, one twenty-ninth is enough.” Huo Yuhao turned and looked at the shells and said calmly.
Huo Qiuer asked in surprise: "You want to keep one?"
Huo Yuhao denied it, “How is that possible? They must be fully loaded.”
He took a deep breath and made final arrangements, and the outline of the Gate of the Dead appeared in front of him again.
Huo Qiuer finally asked: "Can we really succeed?"
She didn’t ask “you” anymore, she asked “we”.
Huo Yuhao paused for a moment, and through the broken goggles one could see his firm and confident gaze.
"Do you know what this place is called?" Huo Yuhao asked.
"Isn't it the undead demiplane?"
"Besides the Undead Demiplane, there is another name for this place."
Huo Yuhao spoke the two syllables word by word: "Death place."
He clenched his left hand firmly, his tone firm.
"Only by putting oneself in danger can one survive."
The Gate of the Dead opened, and Huo Yuhao walked through it resolutely.
Qiankunwenqing Valley, Golden Square.
"Son, no, why!"
The people of the Holy Spirit Church still couldn't believe that Huo Yuhao was the Holy Son.
In addition, the several people who killed each other for the qualification to survive in the previous adventure are now eyeing each other covetously, and the atmosphere is extremely disharmonious.
Fortunately, Deputy Sect Leader Feng Ling is in charge of the situation now. Now that their martial spirits and soul power are no longer restricted, the others are temporarily safe under her supervision.
The familiar Gate of the Dead opened again, and Huo Yuhao emerged from it. His eyes were still gray.
“Holy Son!” The 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 the people in the Holy Spirit Church are over a hundred years old. Even if they could live another hundred years, they would be no different from the dead when they come out.
Compared to the Son of God, they certainly care more about their own lives.
Huo Yuhao said calmly: "Second Elder, don't worry, I will take you out."
"Holy Son, you..." Nangong Wan was immediately extremely surprised, and the other people from the Holy Spirit Church also showed joy on their faces.
Does Huo Yuhao really want to sacrifice himself to restore freedom for others?
Huo Yuhao stood in the center of the golden square, raised his head and gazed into the sky, saying word by word: "I am speaking to the sky!"
A calm voice sounded in the air: "Have you made up your mind?"
"When you choose to accept the purification of the light of this valley, others will be able to leave this valley."
Huo Yuhao did not answer its question, but instead asked: "Let me ask you, are you Tang San?"
Poseidon Tang San!
Upon hearing this, the people of the Holy Spirit Cult shouted in surprise. Could it be that the calm voice in this secret realm was the Sea God Tang San from ten thousand years ago?
The calm voice did not answer.
“No need to deny it. The only god related to the Tang Clan’s Haotian Sect is the Sea God Tang San who lived ten thousand years ago. And there is a statue of you standing in Shrek Academy!” Huo Yuhao said in a resounding voice.
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, a majestic voice sounded.
"I have indeed been silently observing your life. This is because I believe that you are a person with justice in your heart and a passion for justice. I chose you to observe whether you can promote the development of this continent and spread justice."
"Unfortunately, your performance disappoints me. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but your methods and means of solving problems are terrible."
The tone of the authoritative voice was more like a scolding.
"The father's sperm and the mother's blood carried you for ten months, but you don't acknowledge your biological father. This is unfilial."
"You were raised by the country and cultivated by your elders, but you disrespect your teachers and lords. This is disloyalty."
"For someone like you who has no king, no father, no teacher, and is disloyal, unfilial, and unrighteous, you even worship an evil demon from outside the domain as your master and practice the evil soul-devouring method."
The majestic voice said righteously: "Don't be stubborn anymore!"
"I believe that you still have justice in your heart, so don't let others be trapped in this valley for a hundred years because of a momentary deception."
Huo Yuhao’s expression was cold as he refuted each of them.
"Why should a son be filial to an unkind father? Why should a minister be loyal to an unkind ruler? You are the one who controls everyone's fate, but you blame me for causing trouble for others."
"You are clearly capable of leading this continent forward, but you still waste your time on me. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
He retorted using the same sentence structure.
"I have been a god for ten thousand years, but the continent is still stagnant and evil is everywhere. This is incompetence!"
"Not thinking about how to solve the problems on the continent, but enjoying playing with the fate of mortals is just boring!"
"You are so incompetent and boring, are you worthy of being called a god and revered by the world?"
The majestic voice was somewhat gloomy: "The world has its own rules, and gods cannot interfere with the development of the continent, so I have no choice but to choose you."
Although he did not directly state who he was, the majestic voice had already confirmed his identity during the questioning.
He is one of the Shrek Seven Devils ten thousand years ago, the Sea God Tang San.
Since Huo Yuhao was already certain of what he was thinking, there was no need for him to continue hiding it.
The people of the Holy Spirit Church who were standing nearby were stunned by what they heard.
"Since you can't interfere, then just be a good mascot in heaven and don't dictate my life or the fate of this continent."
Huo Yuhao continued to shout angrily to the sky: “This continent has given you 10,000 years, and you have accomplished nothing. Then 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 spirit in you is not removed, you will be a hidden danger to the continent. How can I let you leave this valley and endanger the world?"
"Don't make any more mistakes!"
"If you have committed yourself to evil, what qualifications do you have to keep saying that you will do it for the mainland?"
Huo Yuhao clenched his left fist and raised it, a green light flickered on it, and the tone of his voice also reached its highest point at this moment.
"Do you think I can be trapped here?"
The Gate of the Dead opened, and a ninth-level fixed-type soul-guided cannonball wrapped in ice was sent out from it.
"That...that's..."
The eyes of the people in the Holy Spirit Church were filled with fear.
In the sky, the owners of the two voices also changed their expressions slightly at the same time.
"Third brother, such a powerful soul power fluctuation, what is that...?" Ping Chen asked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell.
"Humph, it's like an ant trying to shake a tree. Rongrong, don't bother yourself."
Tang San said with some disdain, and the address also hinted at the true identity of the owner of the flat voice, which was Ning Rongrong, one of the original Shrek Seven Devils.
"Let him know that all his struggles are in vain."
Huo Yuhao roared loudly towards the sky, and the fluctuation of his soul power reached its peak at this moment.
"No matter how many mistakes I make, I am more qualified than you!"
"Because at least I'm still standing on the ground and not running into the sky!"
As Huo Yuhao shouted for the last time, a green light burst out from his left arm, and the intense chill that had been accumulating for a long time instantly burst out.
Ice Scorpion's left arm bone, ice explosion technique!
The ice wrapped around the ninth-level fixed-type soul-guided artillery shell exploded, causing the terrifying killing weapon inside to be detonated.
Huge energy fluctuations were mixed with a biting chill, and dazzling green light instantly filled the entire golden square.
"what--"
The Holy Spirit taught everyone to subconsciously want to run, but where can they run to?
The screams that sounded almost simultaneously were completely drowned out by the roar of the ninth-level fixed-type soul-guided artillery shells.
The powerful impact force of the explosion was almost all squeezed into this small space at the moment. The consequence of the energy being unable to be released outward was that it was continuously compressed inside the space until it exceeded the load that the space could bear.
Finally, the space was broken, and the entire golden square disappeared in an instant and returned to the void.
The Gate of the Dead opened again, and Huo Yuhao slowly walked out of it with a solemn expression.
The golden square has disappeared, but after the space was broken, he did not return to the mainland. What he saw before his eyes was still the dazzling beauty of the sun and the moon forming a lake, with the lake emitting golden and silver light.
The ninth-level fixed-type soul-guided artillery shells did shatter the space where the golden square was located, but it was still within the range of Qiankunwenqing Valley.
"Son, why?"
Feng Ling's mournful wails echoed in the Qiankunwenqing Valley.
A ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell was equivalent to a full-strength attack from an Extreme Douluo. Facing the destructive power of a ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell at such a close distance, everyone except her was reduced to ashes in an instant.