Chapter 250: Black Tree Roots!
Chapter 249 – Black Tree Roots!
Ka-ching!
The acacia tree branch could not withstand the pressure and directly shattered into pieces.
A grayish-black air mass appeared at the place where the acacia branch had shattered.
Although the Sage of Time’s divine soul had not yet recovered, it no longer needed to continue clinging to the acacia branch.
The Sage of Time had gotten a taste of it on Hui Lun and was no longer satisfied with the infusion of black qi and flew directly to the top of Hui Lun’s head, surprisingly, he was going to suck that weird black qi from him in turn.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yi didn’t move and took half a step back.
As long as his other foot left the ground, he would be able to fall directly into the large river behind him.
Looking at the gloomy Mahamudra in the distance, Zhao Yi always felt that the black gas wasn’t something good.
That monster inside the Great Heroic Hall would never be kind enough to heal the Sage of Time’s divine soul.
There was a saying circulating on the internet in Zhao Yi’s previous life:
“Every gift of life secretly has a price already marked.”
Although the Sage of Time had utilized the black qi to repair his divine soul, when the time came to pay the price, the result could be extremely tragic.
Boom!
A loud bang suddenly sounded above the valley.
Zhao Yi hurriedly looked up, and then saw that the huge swastika that was emitting golden light and covering the entire mystic realm on the valley suddenly exploded.
It was as if the lights had suddenly gone out.
In an instant, the entire secret realm dimmed.
Before Zhao Yi had time to check what had happened, the corner of his eye suddenly prejudiced a strange object.
Zhao Yi turned his head fiercely and looked at the Great Hall of Treasures with a grave expression.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Zhao Yi swept here out of the corner of his eye just now, he saw that the Maharajah’s Treasure Hall seemed to have twisted a bit.
That movement was not the tremor of an explosion or the collapse of an earthquake, but rather like a plant stretching its branches and gently testing its tentacles.
“Blurred vision?”
Zhao Yi’s brows furrowed as he stared dead on in the direction of the Great Hall of Magnificence.
Strangely enough, there was no more other abnormality in the Maharishi’s Treasure Hall.
It was as if the distorted image Zhao Yi had seen before was really an illusion.
But was this possible?
Zhao Yi’s physical body had been tempered to the extreme, and the strength of his divine soul was not even comparable to that of a Sage level cultivator.
At a tier like Zhao Yi’s, it was simply impossible for there to be a case of blurred vision.
“Ah!”
Just as Zhao Yi was frowning and thinking hard, a tragic scream suddenly came from the distance.
Zhao Yi was startled and hurriedly looked at the sound.
Then he saw the Divine Soul of the Sage of Time being wrapped in black gas and continuously retracting towards the Maharajah’s Treasure Hall.
“Save me!”
The Sage of Time finally realized the danger at this point and began to ask Zhao Yi for help.
She tried to struggle, but her divine soul had already been assimilated by the black gas.
The Sage of Time had become a part of the black qi, just like the relationship between a finger and the palm of a hand.
She was no longer capable of resisting the black qi.
Zhao Yi ignored the Sage of Time’s pleas for help.
Although some of the secrets that the Sage of Time held were valuable, discovering a part of the secrets of this Demon Cave through her divine soul being devoured by the Maharajah’s Temple was equally meaningful to Zhao Yi.
“You have a good brain, I’ll take it.”
Just as the Sage of Time kept struggling, a thick voice suddenly came out from inside the great hall.
His voice was grand, bright, and solemn, yet evil, dark, and corrupt.
He was like a combination of contradictions.
Like two sides of a coin.
Both light and dark.
“What the hell is this?” After Zhao Yi heard that voice speak, he suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart.
Originally, he had thought that everything was under control, so he had been unhurried and unhurried.
After that thing appeared, Zhao Yi suddenly had the feeling that things were going out of control.
Zhao Yi’s intention was to catch a fat pig, but it turned out that an elephant was suddenly crammed into the house.
It was no longer a question of whether or not you could still eat pork.
The question now is whether the house can still be saved!
As the thoughts raced through Zhao Yi’s mind, the Sage of Time had already been wrapped in a black aura and arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall of Magnificence.
When Zhao Yi heard the commotion and looked up, he was just in time to see that the Sage of Time’s divine soul was branded onto the gold-veined beams and pillars at the entrance.
The Divine Soul of the Sage of Time crashed into the golden wood and let out a mournful scream before it merged into the beams and pillars in a bizarre gesture.
Zhao Yi was appalled as he looked at the strange pattern of the Sage of Time’s divine soul changing.
What Zhao Yi was horrified about wasn’t the means by which the black qi refined the Sage of Time’s divine soul.
Rather, it was the strange tattoo.
Zhao Yi swept over the entrance to the Maharajah’s Hall.
There were at least a hundred of the same golden beams and pillars at the entrance of the Maharishi’s Treasure Hall.
Each one of them was densely covered with various strange patterns on top of the goldenrod!
If a single vein represented a person’s divine soul.
Then at least tens of millions of cultivators had died tragically in this demonic cave!
“Too ruthless!”
Zhao Yi finally realized why the Buddha Sect couldn’t develop for over a hundred thousand years.
There were at least tens of millions of divine souls branded on the beams and pillars at the entrance of the Maharajah’s Treasure Hall.
It was conceivable that the vast majority of the divine souls in here were definitely Buddhist monks.
With such a monster being raised in the middle of the Little Thunder Sound Temple’s pagoda secret realm, it was already awesome that the Buddhist Sect hadn’t gone extinct!
“What does that monster want to do by collecting the divine souls of so many monks?”
Although Zhao Yi’s heart was turning over huge waves, his movements weren’t slow at all.
Just after discovering the secret of the Maharajah’s Treasure Hall, Zhao Yi’s feet moved and his entire body fell straight down towards the great river below him.
The monster inside the Maharajah’s Treasure Hall was too dangerous, even more so than the feeling of trembling in Zhao Yi’s soul when he faced the True Dragon.
The speed of the fall was fast.
While Zhao Yi’s brain was thinking, his ears had already heard the deafening roar of the waterfall not far away, and there was water vapor churning up underneath him, and he was about to touch the surface of the water.
Zhao Yi wasn’t sure if the river water could block the monster’s perception.
But compared to being exposed to the monster’s sight.
The churning river gave Zhao Yi a sense of security.
Flop!
Zhao Yi’s back smashed into the water, splashing a large wave.
He kept his gaze fixed on the direction of the Great Heroic Hall.
The weird black qi didn’t catch up.
Zhao Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His body sank into the water, and he was just about to find a direction away from the valley when the corner of his eye suddenly glimpsed the direction of the riverbank.
In the next moment, Zhao Yi’s scalp instantly went numb, and goosebumps stood up all over his body.
Where Zhao Yi’s gaze reached, it was covered with black, tree-root like things.
If it was just tree roots, Zhao Yi wouldn’t have been so shocked.
What made Zhao Yi feel horrified was that on top of the black roots, they were densely covered with strange patterns, all of which were human souls.
As Zhao Yi took a glance, the riverbank stretched for an unknown number of miles.
On the huge black tree roots, there were no less than a hundred million cultivator divine souls!
PS: heart empty, mind blank, do not know what to do, want to find something to do, so I coded a chapter.
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