Thunder Martial

The spirits of all the saints were all swept away towards the place indicated by the other party, but no abnormalities were found in the past of the spirits.

“What do you mean?” Master Bessie turned around and stared coldly at the saint.

“My soul is special enough to perceive the anomalies here. There's an obscure fluctuation here, I can feel it.” The saint did not like each other's attitude, but it was a matter of great importance, and he could only bear the anger and speak ill.

“Abnormal? Obscure fluctuations?” The Bessie family laughed and said, “We can't even sense it, but you can, so you tell us what's wrong here? ”

Master Bessie's tone was a bit aggressive and he was very upset with Mr. Connor, who looked at the saint and said: "Seven, let some frogs at the bottom of the well see. ”

This sentence clearly refers to the sarcasm of the mulberry acacia, which makes the face of the Bessie master look ugly, and even the face of the other Saints of the Bessie family gradually becomes gloomy.

The saint had begun to print, and the essentialized mind had emerged from the Sea of Awareness, but no one was going to compare these, but stared at the other's minds where they had fallen.

Time goes by, and the space gathers more and more spirits, and the saint manipulates those spirits, seemingly very hard, and the sweat is gradually pouring out of his forehead.

Everyone stared at it nervously, silently.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the saint's spirit was fully released there, only to hear a trembling sound, a space ripple spreading towards the surrounding area.

As if some kind of space ban had been lifted, the space there was constantly distorted, and then an illusory space portal appeared. This portal gradually solidifies and becomes an illuminated space door.

Everyone stood still when they saw the space gate.

“Huh, you didn't do it? Look, this thing's out! Next you're not gonna tell us, let's go in!” Bessie's master snorted and said in a strange way.

“You idiot, you can't fall in love!” The owner of the Connor family ignored each other's annoyance, his eyes stared dead at the space portal and asked, “Can you feel what's inside? ”

The saint shook his head and said, “You can't feel it, you just have to go in. ”

Bessie's owner grinned with his bladder and Norman frowned slightly, staring at the front door, wondering what he thought.

“Which one of you goes in?” Master Connor said.

Everyone looked at each other and obviously no one was willing to go in. After all, this could be about the deaths of the nine saints, and whoever went in might die first.

“How could there be such a portal here? Who sealed it here?” The Norman owner frowned.

The earlier saint who opened the ban said: "In this case, it cannot be said that it was deliberately sealed. There's always something strange in this world, and they travel through space, and maybe nodes have problems, and they appear in some space. Honestly, if my soul wasn't special, I wouldn't be able to sense this place. And I have a suspicion in my mind that this may be some kind of lost relic. ”

“Lost ruins, why don't you say they are some kind of treasure?” Bessie's owner laughed sarcastically.

The saint looked at the owner of the Bessie family and said: "This possibility is not ruled out, it may be an ancient relic, and if so, it can explain why the nine saints died here. And it is not necessarily death, perhaps a very intelligent spatial isolation, which leads to the soul imprint not being able to perceive the presence of the master. ”

Master Bessie's gaze changed and this time he didn't speak, but his eyes seemed a little hotter when he looked at the front door.

Other saints also moved in their hearts, but did not speak out.

In fact, they also didn't believe that it would be one of the three great families to count others, because there was no need to do so at all, if it was to count, it would be long ago.

The main thing is strength, and no family has the strength to work together to calculate the other two families.

In this way, the interpretation of the other party is reasonable, with the appearance of some kind of relic.

Perhaps while several people were discussing the matter, the space suddenly fluctuated, and then they searched for the fluctuations, and they found such a portal, and they were all in curiosity.

All the saints stopped talking, their eyes stared dead at the front door, and there was an unusual light flashing in their eyes.

"Gentlemen, since some people don't believe us, I suggest we send someone in first to find out. ”

“That's not gonna work!” Master Bessie immediately said, "Who can be sure it wasn't your plan? ”

“What do you want?" said Connor coldly. ”

“Going in together! ”

The owner of the Bessie family immediately said that his words soon became accepted by the Norman family.

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

Of course, opportunity coexists with danger!

The three forces quickly negotiated, each sending a saint to look into the situation, the three acting together and decisively withdrawing from any anomalies.

Personnel were quickly chosen, but before that, in order to consider their fairness, the three left their soul imprints and placed them in front of everyone, after which the three entered.

In the space portal, the glow flashed and the figure of the three disappeared.

Everyone stared at the space portal and waited for the return of the three men.

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

Soul imprints remain intact, and nothing has happened to the three of them.

A quarter of an hour has passed and everything is still fine.

The owner of the Bessie family said impatiently: “Depending on the situation, there must be no danger inside...”

However, as soon as his voice fell, a clicking voice sounded, but the soul imprint of the saint belonging to the Norman family was broken, representing the death of the saint.

Master Bessie was then forced to choke back and his face became unnatural.

Others continue to stare at those two soul imprints, and it is now certain that the death of the nine saints is absolutely relevant here.

Another minute later, the saints belonging to the Connor family died, and then there was only the Bessie family left.

“What exactly happened? Why didn't he come back?” Master Connor's face became gloomy and his eyes swept towards Master Bessie.

“How do I know.” Bessie's owner sneered.

“There's no way to go on like this. We have no idea what's going on in there. Send one more person in. This time, we'll see what's in there.” Master Connor said.

This suggestion was unanimously endorsed, and even the Bessie family members could not say anything, so they walked out of the Connor family, a saint who was good at using identities.

He walked in separately, and at the same time, everything he saw was passed on to him through the projection of his soul, which was to pass it back into the space in front of him.

In that space, a desolate earth appeared, and a gust of wind blew through it, rolling up the robe of the body.

There is no danger in the surroundings, and the splinter begins to advance.

No anomalies were identified during the journey. Through that projection, people could see that it was a unique space, and that atmosphere was somewhat like the relics.

“The speed can be appropriately accelerated.” Master Connor warned.

In itself, there was no loss, even if killed, so the splinter began to fly at great speed, constantly moving forward.

About three minutes later, another space appeared in front of him, relatively small, like a sphere, in front of him.

In the space, there is a tall black castle, and as the splinter approaches, people also clearly see the handwriting above the castle directly opposite it.

Hidden Treasure Pavilion!

In addition to this discovery, they saw the saint of the Bessie family just now, standing outside the treasure palace, looking forward with anticipation and saying, “Is this my turn? ”

Seeing a closed castle door open, an indifferent voice rang out, "With different degrees of trial, you can pick different degrees of things, and if you pass the final trial, you can let Treasure Palace recognize you! There are nine levels to choose from. ”

“Level four!” The saint can't wait to say: "The two idiots just picked level nine, what's so good about it? ”

“After passing the 4th level, you can only get one defective saint, and now start the trial!” The indifferent voice continued to sound, only a light was cast out of the treasure palace and fell on the saint.

The body of the saint, as the light progressed, but the latter seemed to find something, suddenly turned his head, saw the body, flashed a killing machine in his eyes, “dare attack, die! ”

Before the body entered the treasure palace, a light of energy exited and fell on the saint's body, forcibly killing it.

Outside, people's eyes are black and they can't see anything.

Lord Connor and the Norman and other saints of both communities looked at Lord Bessie at the same time, and the expression was very bad.

“What does it matter to me what I do?” Master Bessie coldly said.

“It's really a good plan, we can't come out late, let's think it's full of danger and don't dare go in. When we leave, you go back inside.” The owner of Connor laughed sarcastically.

The indifferent words that just sounded in the treasure palace, they heard very clearly, this is indeed an opportunity, there are nine levels, the first two people will die because they chose the most difficult nine.

And the latter chose level four, and once successful, they got a defective saint.

Level 4 success is the defective Saint Soldier. What about levels 5 and 6? Is there not a true Saint Soldier?

Ancient Heritage!

At this moment, everyone thinks so.