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Lin Hao had planted all the Talismans at the entrance of the Soul Altar after he had just entered the Soul Altar. The two-stars were made up of countless two-star Three Star Talismans, and they were connected to the High-grade Martial Masters. The power of the explosion was so great that even High-grade Martial Master wouldn't dare take the risk.    

    

However, the Soul Puppet was not a fool. They retained their most primitive fighting instinct and would be extremely vigilant when facing the Lin Haos. It was just like how Lin Hao did not try to lure the Soul Puppet into the Talisman formation at the beginning.    

    

Just now, Lin Hao had instantly thought of the Talisman formation that was buried in this place. Evil arose in his heart, and anger welled up in his heart.    

    

As the saying goes, the strong are afraid of death. Lin Hao simply used his powerful method of using injuries to exchange for injuries, forcing Martial Master to step into the Talisman formation step by step.    

    

"Boom! Boom!"    

    

The sound of thunder resounded throughout the entire Soul Altar, shaking the entire Soul Altar. Even Lin Hao could clearly feel the vibration coming from beneath his feet.    

    

"I'm afraid I'm going to be blown to smithereens. "    

    

Lin Hao took a look at the spot where the Talisman formation had been. At this moment, it had actually sunk into a huge crater. But strangely, even though the vibration was so intense, not even a speck of dust had fallen from the center of the Soul Altar.    

    

The defensive power of the Soul Altar could not be shaken even by the intense shockwaves. It could be seen how meticulous Ancient Soul Path's thoughts were.    

    

Lin Hao collected the shock in his heart. After finishing off the Soul Puppet, he still needed to wait for Lin Hao to do something even more important.    

    

However, Lin Hao didn't expect that such a loud sound would shock even the outside world. All the survivors in the Qiyuan military camp rushed to the Soul Altars.    

    

Almost all of the soldiers guarding the camp were outside the Soul Altar. Once something happened to the Soul Altar, even a hundred Lin Hao would not be able to escape.    

    

However, Lin Hao did not know what happened in the outside world. Even if he knew, it would not affect what Lin Hao wanted to do next.    

    

"Ancient Soul Path, a place to sacrifice souls, a Soul Altar. I really didn't think that there would be someone who could recreate a Soul Altar. Although it is rough, it is enough to support the effect of a Soul Altar. Yellow Springs Great General, what kind of existence is he?"    

    

Lin Hao looked at the Soul Altar in front of him with a serious expression. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. There was actually someone who could rebuild a Soul Altar today.    

    

In the center of the Soul Altar, there was a tall broken Soul Tablet that was surrounded by spherical walls. It looked like a tombstone burning inside a furnace.    

    

It was better to call it a Soul Altar than a Soul Refining Furnace.    

    

Lin Hao thought to himself. The soul tablet at the center of the Soul Altar was the Soul Bead that he had collected. The soul inside the Soul Bead was also guided by the soul tablet and became the source of power for the entire Soul Altar.    

    

The surrounding stone walls were also not simple stone walls. These stone walls contained Soul Stones. They could gather all souls into the "furnace" and make all souls unable to escape.    

    

Even without a strong soul perception, Lin Hao could still clearly hear the chilly wind coming from the center of his Soul Altar. There were even howls and howls coming from within. It was as if a malicious spirit was crying under a withered vine. It was not surprising at all that he was scared to death.    

    

This was the Soul Altar. It used the soul as its power and cruel methods to make the souls of the dead unable to rest in peace and continue to be used by the martial artist. No wonder it angered the Heavenly Dao and dissipated in the long river of history.