Thunder Martial

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The spiritual thoughts of the saints all swept towards the place pointed by the other party, but no abnormality was found where the spiritual thoughts passed.

"What do you mean?" Patriarch Bessie turned back, stared at the saint and said coldly.

"My soul is quite special. I can perceive the abnormality here. There is a very subtle fluctuation here, and I can feel it." Holding back his anger, he said angrily.

"Abnormal? Hidden fluctuations?" Patriarch Bessie sneered and said, "We can't perceive it, but you can. Then tell us, what's abnormal here?"

Patriarch Bessie's tone was a bit aggressive, which displeased Patriarch Connor very much. He looked at the saint and said, "Old Seven, let some frogs in the well see it."

This sentence obviously refers to the sarcasm of Sang Huahuai, which made Patriarch Bessie's complexion ugly, and even the faces of other saints in the Bessie family gradually became gloomy.

The saint had already started to form a seal, and the substantive spiritual thoughts poured out from the sea of ​​consciousness, but no one cared about these anymore, but all stared at the place where the other party's spiritual thoughts fell.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and more and more spiritual thoughts gathered in that space. The saint seemed to be struggling to control these spiritual thoughts, and sweat gradually flowed from his forehead.

Everyone didn't say a word, they all stared there nervously.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the saint's spiritual thoughts were fully released there, only a tremor sounded, and a space ripple spread towards the surroundings.

As if some kind of spatial restriction was untied, the space there was continuously distorted, and then an illusory space portal appeared. This portal gradually solidified and turned into a radiant spatial gate.

Seeing this space gate, everyone was stunned.

"Hmph, are you still saying that you didn't do anything wrong? Look, this thing has already come out! You won't tell us next, let us go in!" Patriarch Bessie snorted coldly, and said in a strange way.

"You idiot, love to get in or not!" Patriarch Connor didn't bother to pay attention to the other party's nonsense, fixed his eyes on this space portal, and asked in a deep voice: "Can you perceive what's inside?"

The saint shook his head and said: "I can't perceive it, I can only go in and take a look."

Bessie's master folded his arms and sneered aside,

Patriarch Norman frowned slightly, staring at the portal in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Which one of you will go in?" Patriarch Connor said.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously no one was willing to go in, after all, this place may be related to the death of nine saints, whoever enters may die first.

"How could there be such a portal here? Who sealed it here?" Patriarch Norman said with a frown.

The previous saint who opened the restriction said: "This situation can't be said to be a deliberate seal. In this world, there are always some strange things that travel through the space. Maybe there is a problem with the nodes. It will appear in a certain space. To be honest, if it weren’t for my special soul, I wouldn’t be able to sense this place. Moreover, I have a suspicion in my heart that this place may be some kind of lost relic.”

"The lost relic, why don't you say it is some kind of relic treasure?" Patriarch Bessie sneered.

The saint glanced at Patriarch Bessie and said: "This possibility is not ruled out, maybe it is a relic left over from the ancient times. If this is the case, then it can explain why the nine saints died here. And not necessarily It was death, perhaps a very clever space isolation, which caused the soul imprint to be unable to perceive the existence of the master."

Patriarch Bessie's expression changed. He didn't speak this time, but when he looked at the door in front of him, his gaze seemed to become a little hotter.

The hearts of the other saints were also moved, but they did not speak out.

In fact, they didn't believe that it was one of the three great aristocratic families who plotted against others, because there was absolutely no need for it, and if they wanted to plot, it would have been plotted long ago.

The most important thing is strength, no family has the strength to work together to calculate the strength of the other two families.

In this way, the other party's explanation is very reasonable, and some kind of relic has appeared.

Perhaps when a few people were discussing things, there was a sudden fluctuation in this space, and then they explored the fluctuation, found such a portal, and all of them walked in out of curiosity.

All the saints stopped talking, and stared at the portal in front of them, with a strange light flickering in their eyes.

Looking at Patriarch Bessie, who had an abominable face before, Patriarch Connor sneered disdainfully, and said, "Everyone, since some people don't believe us, then I suggest that we send people in first to find out."

"That won't work!" Patriarch Bessie immediately said, "Who can be sure that this is not your scheme?"

Patriarch Connor said coldly, "Then what do you want?"

"Go in together!"

Patriarch Bessie said immediately, and his words quickly became recognized by Patriarch Norman.

If there is an opportunity here, no one can get it, and in this situation, they can only believe in the existence of the opportunity.

Of course, opportunities and dangers coexist!

The three forces quickly negotiated, and each sent a saint to investigate the situation. The three of them act together, and if there is any abnormality, they will withdraw decisively.

The personnel were selected quickly, but before that, in order to consider its fairness, the three of them left their soul imprints one after another, and put the soul imprints in front of everyone, and then the three of them went in.

In the space portal, the brilliance flickered, and the figures of the three disappeared.

Everyone stared at the space portal, waiting for the three to return after investigating the situation.

Time began to pass, one breath, two breaths, three breaths, and soon a minute passed.

The soul mark still exists intact, and nothing happened to the three of them.

A quarter of an hour passed, and everything was still fine.

Patriarch Bessie said impatiently: "Looking at the situation, there must be no danger inside..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a cracking sound, and it was the soul imprint of the saint belonging to the Norman family that shattered, representing the death of the saint.

Bessie's next words were forcibly choked back, and his expression became unnatural.

The others continued to stare at the two soul imprints, and it is now certain that the death of the nine saints is definitely related to this place.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the saint who belonged to the Connor family also died, and then only the Bessie family remained.

"What the hell happened? Why didn't he come back?" Patriarch Connor's face became gloomy, and he glanced at Patriarch Bessie.

"How do I know?" Patriarch Bessie sneered.

"It's not an option to go on like this. We don't know what's going on inside. Send another person in. This time, sending a clone will just let us see what's inside." Patriarch Connor said.

This suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone, and even Patriarch Bessie couldn't say anything, so a saint who was good at using clones came out of the Connor family.

A clone walked in, and at the same time, everything he saw was transmitted to the deity through soul projection, and the deity transmitted these to the space in front of him.

In that space, a desolate land appeared, and sometimes a gust of wind blew by, rolling up the clone's robe.

There is no danger around, and the avatar begins to move forward.

In the process of moving forward, nothing unusual was found. Through the projection, everyone can see that it is a unique space, and the atmosphere is somewhat similar to the ruins.

"The speed can be increased appropriately." Patriarch Connor reminded.

It is a clone itself, even if it is killed, there is no loss, so the clone began to fly at a very high speed, constantly moving forward.

About three minutes later, another space appeared in front of the clone. The space was relatively small and appeared in front of him like a ball.

In that space, there is a towering black castle. As the clone approaches, everyone can clearly see the writing on the castle directly opposite.

Treasure Pavilion!

In addition to this discovery, they also saw the sage of the Bessie family just now, who was standing outside the Treasure Pavilion, looking forward expectantly, and said, "It's my turn now, right?"

I saw the closed castle gate open, and an indifferent voice sounded, "Through different levels of trials, you can choose things of different levels. If you pass the final test, you can let the Treasure Pavilion recognize the owner! There are nine levels in total. Choose your pick level."

"Level 4!" The saint said impatiently, "Level 9, which was chosen by those two idiots just now, is not such a good thing."

"After passing the fourth level, you can only get one disabled holy soldier. Now start the trial!" The indifferent voice continued to sound, and a ray of light shot out from the treasure pavilion and landed on the holy man.

The saint's body moved forward with the light, but the latter seemed to have noticed something, turned his head suddenly, saw the clone, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Dare to sneak attack, die to me!"

Before the body entered the Treasure Pavilion, a beam of energy shot out and landed on the clone of the saint, forcibly killing that clone.

In the outside world, everyone's eyes were completely dark, and they couldn't see anything.

Patriarch Connor, Patriarch Norman, and other saints of the two clans looked at Patriarch Bessie at the same time, with very unfriendly expressions.

"Look at me, what does it have to do with me?" Patriarch Bessie said coldly.

"It's really easy to calculate. The delay in coming out made us think that it was full of danger, so we didn't dare to go in rashly. After we leave, you can go in again." Patriarch Connor said with a sarcasm.

They heard very clearly the indifferent words that sounded in the Treasure Pavilion just now. This is indeed a place of chance. There are nine levels in total. The reason why the two of them died earlier was because they chose the most difficult level nine .

The latter chose level four, and if he succeeded, he would get a crippled holy weapon.

Success at the fourth level is a disabled holy soldier, so what about the fifth and sixth levels, wouldn't there be real holy soldiers?

Ancient inheritance!

At this moment, everyone thought so.