Chapter 692 The decisive battle on the rooftop (4)
It can be said that Zhong Zihao received everything he wanted in his life, whether it was the Chaos Beads or the blood essence of the Demon Ancestor. He was shocked and angry, and could not accept this fact at all!
"Ahhh!"
The beast roared angrily, and at the same time, it frantically used all the power in its body, trying to get rid of the suppression of the Guwu Flowing Light Tower and the Hidden Dragon Monument.
"town!"
Zhong Zihao was still frightened, and suddenly he roared, his left arm shot out at high speed, and his hands flew flying in seals.
As the obscure runes kept beating, the ancient tower burst into a bright light, overwhelming the heaven and earth; the ancient stele moved closer to the center inch by inch with difficulty... However, the resistance of the beast was equally terrifying.
"Pffffffffffff!"
Zhong Zihao made a quick decision, took out a bottle of the fountain of life, drank it, and threw several mouthfuls of blood into the sky.
"Give me the town!"
Veins popped up on his forehead, and he used all his strength to control the two peak artifacts... Finally, a loud "bang" shook the world, and the ancient martial arts streamer tower and the Hidden Dragon Monument were combined!
"Ah...you kid, wait, up to fifty years, for me to repair the last cyclone's injuries. This broken tower and monument will not be able to stop me at all!"
An unwilling roar came from the bottom of the tower: "In Yuntian Continent, there is nothing you can do about me. Even if there is only a trace of the original power, an ant like you cannot kill it!"
Zhong Zihao was shocked. Although he didn't understand what the "original power" was, he knew that Lu also mastered another kind of power, which was a power system that did not belong to Yuntian Continent.
It was probably for this reason that after he used the Black Flame Demonic Sword to crush the animal's heart, not only did the latter survive, but he couldn't even notice a change in his breath.
Also, the mysterious power in Murong Wan's body may also be related to this "original power".
However, he was certain that if he could crush the animal's soul and consciousness, he would definitely be able to kill the opponent.
However, he did not dare to try easily and finally suppressed it. If something happened again, wouldn't all the previous efforts be in vain?
This battle was extremely difficult, and it cost the lives of six ancestors of the three clans of humans, demons, and demons, but what they got in exchange was only fifty years of sealing.
"No, the existence of the tiger is too dangerous to Yuntian Continent. He must be completely destroyed."
Zhong Zihao clenched his fists, seeming to say to the beast, but also seeming to encourage himself: "I admit that now, even if I borrow the power of the demon ancestor's essence and blood, I can't kill you; but I can surpass you in fifty years."
The height will destroy you with absolute power!"
"Um?"
Suddenly, he noticed that the power in his body was passing away quickly, and he couldn't help but have an illusion: Could it be that the Chaos Bead was already conscious? Otherwise, how could it start to regain its power after suppressing the beast?
You must know that the two times he transformed into a demon before, he took the initiative to dissipate his kung fu, and then transformed away the power provided by the essence and blood. This situation has never happened today.
Fortunately, his soul power has not changed. Today, his soul power has surpassed the Tongxuan realm.
However, it is obviously not the time to think about these things now.
Zhong Zihao immediately flew out, grabbing the cage that had been transformed into an ancient pagoda and monument, and looked around. Under the former rooftop, it had long since turned into a vast ocean, or rather a lake.
Flying thousands of miles, when he was close to the lake, he stretched out his hand and the black flame demon sword once again erupted with terrifying power, sweeping across the endless void.
"Boom!"
After a series of loud noises, the surrounding mountain peaks were cut off by his sword and flew across, forming a thousand-foot high platform on the plain below.
The high platform is hundreds of feet long and wide. It was built by him using his supreme power to change the surrounding terrain. Its hardness is no worse than ordinary artifacts.
Immediately, Zhong Zihao put away the Black Flame Demonic Sword and pressed the ancient stele suppressing the beast into the top of the high platform. At a glance, it looked like a whole.
This was not over yet, the majestic soul power surged again, and he could see his hands constantly forming seals, and obscure fluctuations spread in all directions.
Not long after, this high platform was sealed by him with dozens of ancient formations!
During the whole process, the roar of the beast never stopped. It was not until the sealing formation was completed that the sound of howling ghosts and wolves disappeared from this world.
At this moment, the power of the Demon Ancestor Essence and Blood in his body completely subsided, and Zhong Zihao's cultivation level had fallen to the late stage of Tongxuan Realm.
Feeling the waves of weakness coming from his body, he forcibly took up a mouthful of true energy and used the Black Flame Demon Sword again.
"Keng!"
A clear sword sound sounded, and Zhong Zihao's figure flew out, sword gleams appeared in his hands from time to time, and stone fragments flew from one side of the high platform.
When he stood on the ground again, two large characters emitting dazzling golden light appeared on the high platform - Tiantai!
Yes, Zhong Zihao is about to commemorate the rooftop.
The rooftop had a great influence on his life.
From the first time I arrived on the rooftop, I entered the ancient martial arts tower to gain experience, and later collected the ancient tower. I pulled out the Qianlong tablet during the life-and-death battle, including today's battle between the ancestors of the three clans.
As for the Guwu Liuguang Tower and Qianlong Monument, he took them from the rooftop and eventually guarded them on the rooftop.
I wonder if there is reincarnation of cause and effect in this mysterious world, has it been predestined?
After doing all this, Zhong Zihao rested cross-legged to recover from his injuries. At this time, his energy and soul were almost exhausted.
I don't know how much time passed, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw a figure standing beside him, protecting him.
It’s old man Wuwei!
At this moment, the face of this old man has gone forever. In addition to the deep wrinkles, there is also confusion, helplessness, and more of a sense of desolation.
"Are you awake?"
Old Man Wuwei's voice was deep, and I don't know if it was Zhong Zihao's imagination, but it sounded more aged.
He had felt this feeling before, and it was also the knot of his life - Xu Lao!
"senior?"
Zhong Zihao's voice was a little sour. It seemed that at this moment, he was no longer the king holding a magic sword and transforming into a demon king to fight against the beast independently, but a fragile ordinary young man.
"My child, I'm sorry for you!"
Old Man Wuwei nodded slightly, but actually no longer called Zhong Zihao "boy" as before!
Seeing that Zhong Zihao was about to speak, he added: "I have been awake for a long time and I have seen everything."
Although this sentence was unclear, both parties knew that what the old man Wuwei said was referring to the decisive battle between Zhong Zihao and the beast, including the fact that this "rooftop" could only suppress the beast for fifty years.
"Senior, am I useless?"
"Silly boy, if you are useless, then won't my old man be even more useless?"
"Senior, I didn't mean that..."
"I know, and you don't need to persuade me. You all sacrificed yourselves to let me survive. I must fulfill my responsibility and protect Yuntian Continent, and I cannot let down a few old brothers."
"Then let's..."
"Let's go back to Emerald Valley first. You are tired too and need a good rest!"
After saying that, the two of them walked slowly away.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, stretching their shadows very, very long...