Chapter five hundred and sixty fifth one and a half years
On the tenth floor of the dark space, Zhong Zihao not only felt that the test here was nearly a hundred times more difficult than the test on the ninth floor of the Guwu Flowing Light Tower, but it was also shrouded in a terrifying killing array.
Based on this speculation, the Demon Ancestor must be an erudite and talented man, otherwise the tests of these killing formations at this moment would not be of much significance.
Zhong Zihao couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. Is this really just a coincidence, or is this dark space quite spiritual, and even he knows that he is proficient in formations?
Fortunately, his will has always been strong and he will not shrink from the predicament at hand. No matter what, he can only break through this layer first before talking about other things.
After the true energy passed through, he clearly felt that the pressure was much lighter.
When he staggered to the steps, he did not step in rashly, but sat cross-legged on the side. Because he knew that there was a layer of formation covering it.
Closing his eyes and meditating, and mobilizing what he had learned over the years, Zhong Zihao slowly began to understand.
However, even with his foundation and understanding of the formation, it took him three full hours to clarify his thoughts. After unraveling the formation, he stepped out resolutely.
"Bang!"
A heavy sound resounded throughout the space, and his left foot landed heavily on the first step. He felt a pressure falling from the sky, as if an ancient sacred mountain was pressing on his shoulders.
Not only that, even the internal organs in the body are affected by this power.
At the same time, his true energy and soul power were suppressed by 99%, and he could hardly use them. He understood that the remaining true energy and soul power were used by those who broke through the steps to decipher the formation.
Zhong Zihao was sure that if his body had not been strengthened by the essence and blood of the Demon Ancestor, he might not be able to withstand the pressure of the first step.
This time, he suddenly regretted it. Because he made a mistake in judgment, he thought that the dark space was exactly the same as the test of the Guwu Flowing Light Tower, so as soon as he entered here, he used his skills to lower his cultivation level to the middle stage of Nirvana.
If you still retain the cultivation level of the early stage of life and death at this moment, will it be easier to break through the dark space?
Of course, this is just his own speculation, not to mention that it is useless to think about it now. He can only recover his physical strength honestly and at the same time understand the formation shrouded on the second step.
Five hours later, Zhong Zihao stepped on the third step. Another seven hours later, the fourth step...
At this point, he finally gradually adapted to the pressure here, and his mood completely calmed down. He gradually climbed up the stairs while comprehending.
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Outside, when one day passed, Su Qi and others couldn't sit still when they saw that there was no response from the tenth level of the dark space. But after all, they were supremely powerful and continued to wait patiently.
Five days later, the expressions on everyone's faces were obviously a little nervous.
Ten days later, everyone already had bad guesses in their minds.
When half a month passed, a feeling of despair enveloped everyone.
Su Qi even blamed himself, why did he have to force the little guy to get through the tenth floor? In any case, the other party was the Demon Ancestor's glimmer of hope to stay in Yuntian Continent. Now it seems that this weak hope has been eliminated by himself.
Obliterate it with your own hands.
The princess and the elders also had complicated expressions. Suddenly, their hatred for Zhong Zihao was much less. Then they thought that if that guy could come out of the dark space smoothly, he would be willing to forgive him for the huge mistake he made.
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None of them spoke, and no one left here until a month later.
"Let's all disperse!"
Su Qi's voice sounded faintly, and he seemed to have aged a bit: "Go ahead and tell all the clansmen to seize the time to practice. The threat from the gods has not been eliminated!"
"Yes, ancestor!"
Everyone bowed and walked out slowly.
As soon as they arrived at the door, Su Qi said with a hint of sadness: "As for the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor's essence and blood, just pretend that I haven't mentioned it."
The princess and the nine elders remained silent, bowed again, and then slowly retreated. Everyone's backs looked a little bleak.
Su Qi shook his head, then walked out, and said to himself: "The two old guys from the Evil Demon Clan and the Flame Demon Clan will be here soon."
This incident had a great impact on the mentality of the senior leaders of the Black Demon Clan, and everyone had a bit of a hero's twilight mood.
They suddenly heard about the death of the Demon Ancestor. While they were despairing, they also heard that a young man who had been fused with the Demon Ancestor's essence and blood was born, which finally gave everyone a glimmer of hope.
However, this young man did not shine with the light that everyone expected, and quietly fell into the dark space.
What is even more ridiculous is that the initiator of killing this hope is Su Qi, the ancestor of their black demon clan.
Now, even if everyone wants to retrieve the Black Flame Demonic Sword, it is all delusion. The human boy fell on the tenth floor of the dark space. Who dares to enter? Or, what if he does? If he can't break through the tenth floor, there is no way to destroy the Black Flame.
Bring it out.
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In the dark space, Zhong Zihao worked tirelessly to understand and climb the steps, completely forgetting the passage of time. He only knew one thing. Every time he climbed a step, he almost squeezed out his potential.
But as he slowly advanced, he clearly felt that his attainments in formations were getting higher and higher, his body became more and more terrifying, and his understanding even improved.
Time flies by silently like running water.
A year and a half passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhong Zihao was already standing on the ninety-eighth step, and had been standing there for several months.
At this moment, his whole body was stained with blood, and there were cracks all over his body. It was difficult to find a complete muscle, and he could no longer see the shadow of the handsome, handsome and world-dominating figure he once had.
However, his eyes became darker and deeper, like the endless starry sky.
Suddenly, he moved, and his raised right leg, as heavy as a mountain, was placed firmly on the ninth step.
"boom!"
It seemed that the entire space was shaking violently at the moment the foot landed.
Almost at the same time, a pressure that was ten times heavier than before suddenly descended. Having experienced the ninth floor of the Guwu Flowing Light Tower, he certainly understood what this meant.
"Drink...ah!"
Without the slightest pause, Zhong Zihao let out a roar that resounded throughout the world, unleashed all his strength, and kicked off his other foot suddenly.
"Crack!"
There was a clear sound of leg bones breaking, and he seemed to be unconscious. He moved his body forward and fell to the top with a crash.
The pressure that oppressed his body, essence and soul suddenly disappeared, and he fainted and died on the ninety-ninth step.
When he woke up again, he felt an extremely smooth feeling throughout his body, as if he was swimming in the amniotic fluid of his mother's body, greedily absorbing endless pure devilish energy.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhong Zihao roared loudly and vented his feelings to his heart's content.
I succeeded again. My efforts over the past year were not in vain. I had passed death countless times, but I finally persevered.