"Your Majesty, remember, when you run out of Holy Spirit, you must leave the Holy Gate as soon as possible, otherwise you will be trapped in it for the rest of your life..." The voice of the Master Shui Lian rang in my ears.

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In the pitch-black space, countless fluorescent lights flashed before my eyes, as if traveling through endless time and space. In the vast universe, stars twinkled and nebulae circulated. In about an instant, everything in front of me completely disappeared.

Lin Hao's vision went dark, and he soon recovered slowly.

"Is this inside the Holy Gate?"

Lin Hao looked around in confusion. He found that he was on a desolate land. Looking around, the land was devastated. Most of the ancient and magnificent palace collapsed, as if he had experienced a world-ending catastrophe. On the broken ground, there were remains

There are lines that have long lost their rhythm, which are Dao lines that have lost their rhyme.

At a glance, the Dao lines were densely packed, stretching to the end of the earth. Seeing this scene, Lin Hao was shocked. There were too many to count. Just what he saw before his eyes, there were at least hundreds of millions of Dao lines.

Although Hengbu has lost its Taoist rhyme, these Taoist patterns are extremely profound and have not faded through the ages. It is obviously carved with the painstaking efforts of a big shot or above.

When he saw the appearance of the palace clearly, his heart was even more shocked.

"Sacred tree..."

Lin Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The shape of these palaces was a huge tree, exactly the same as the sacred tree he saw in the holy mountain, but it was much larger in size. However, these sacred trees were all dead.

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Use the sacred tree as a temple...

Lin Hao looked around and couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air. As far as he could see, there were all halls formed by dead sacred trees. There were hundreds of them. He walked up slowly and touched the tree with his palm.

On one of the sacred trees.

Bang!

The sacred tree shook out a terrifying power.

Lin Hao quickly retracted his hand, but he was still a step too late. His hand was shaken, and immediately a crack appeared on the palm of his hand. Blood flowed down his palm, but he did not look at his hand, but was stunned.

Look at the main hall built by this sacred tree.

The bark of the tree is extremely dark, but it contains extremely deep Dao lines. These Dao lines are not carved on them, but are natural Dao lines. The divine tree is born with them. The power contained in these Dao lines is like an endless stream.

Absolute ocean.

"This sacred tree is dead, but the Taoist patterns left behind still have such terrifying power... If they were alive, the power of these sacred trees would be almost as powerful as the Venerable..."

Lin Hao's face was full of shock. The power contained in one sacred tree is equivalent to that of a venerable person. Then aren't the hundreds of sacred trees in front of him equivalent to hundreds of venerable people? Even the withered sacred trees are like this

It's terrible. If the Dao pattern on the earth disappears, even if the Holy Lord steps into this place, he will be shocked to death.
Chapter completed!