"The exiled "Blade" has been brought, please inform the Presbyterian Council on your behalf."
In front of a huge palace gate, "Shang" and three other people from the Desolate tribe who were welcoming "Blade" into the plane bowed slightly and spoke as calmly as possible to the two silver-armored guards in front of the palace gate.
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"Well, we have received the news. We will release him after his identity is verified. Please wait a moment."
"Thank you!"
This is the ancestral temple. "Blade" looked up and looked at the familiar and oppressive building complex and sighed in his heart. Of course he is very familiar with this place. This is the ancestral temple, a sacred place in the hearts of all the Huang people.
.Legend has it that it was built by the first generation of the Huang tribe, and it has been continuously added, improved and modified by hundreds of generations before it reached its current scale. Whether it is a grand ceremony or any major decision, it will be carried out in the ancestral temple. And the patriarch has already become an elder.
Huidu always resides in the ancestral temple.
The reverence the Desolate people have for their ancestral temple is unimaginable to outsiders. Take the previous civil strife within the Desolate tribe as an example. "Blade" was personally involved in it. There are many reasons why he lost. One of them is that even if he took
When Quan Loser attacked the ancestral temple, he was also timid and did not dare to let go of the offensive. He was worried that the building of the ancestral temple would be damaged. This resulted in the intensity of the attack being greatly reduced and unable to achieve the expected plan of entering the ancestral temple.
Of course, the battle in which "Blade" was captured alive and knocked down was also near this ancestral temple. So returning now has mixed emotions.
He thought that one day he would come back and let those who had humiliated him experience the pain and helplessness he had experienced; he also thought that he would die slowly in a dead plane; he even thought that he would
He would not look at the fact that he had gone through life and death for the Desolate tribe, and the tribesmen would be so noble as to forgive him halfway. But "Blade" never thought that one day he would come back as a nail, with "poison" all over his body.
He was walking on a path that was contrary to that of the Desolate tribe.
A magic weapon looked strange, resembling a stick and a dagger. It was held in the hand of a silver-armored guard and swept up and down the "blade"'s body.
"Blade" knows what this is. A magic weapon for identification, a magic weapon unique to the Desolate clan. It contains the soul fluctuation information and bloodline information of each Desolate clan member. It is impossible to make mistakes. It is also the most direct way to identify a Desolate clan member.
method.
"Huh? There's something wrong with the intensity of the soul wave, the increase is a bit too strong? But the bloodline is right. Are you a "blade"?"
"Yes."
"There are some changes in the fluctuations of your soul."
"If there are any opportunities, I would like to report them to the patriarch and the Council of Elders according to the iron law."
"Oh? About the opportunity of the soul?" The silver-armored guard's eyes lit up and he seemed to realize something. He nodded, took one more look at the "blade", then put away the magic weapon, turned to "Shang" and said: "This person
The identity has been verified. You can go in, and you can go in too. The other three are waiting outside the temple."
"OK."
"Good work!"
No one would dare to have the slightest objection to the silver-armored guards of the ancestral temple. This is the virtue of the silver-armored guards. Their lives are dedicated to this ancestral temple. The only loyal ones are the contemporary patriarchs in the ancestral temple. Not to mention a few mere
They are Chaos Realm monks. Even if higher level monks come, it is impossible to change their attitude. They are rigid, inhumane and cold.
"Shang" was a little excited. He was the "real warrior" in the clan and was considered a middle force. His status in the clan was considered good, but it was only good. With his status, if he wanted to enter the ancestral temple, he would have to wait a long time.
Counting hundreds of years, unless there is some big event or big celebration, he will not be able to step into the ancestral temple because his status is not enough.
What's more, this time "Shang" was summoned directly by the Elders, and if everything went well, he could receive a heavy reward. How could he not be excited? After bowing slightly, he led the imprisoned "Blade" and followed a silver man.
Guard A entered the ancestral temple from a side door behind him.
The ancestral temple is very large, and people with insufficient status are not allowed to use flying or moving methods inside. They can only move with their legs. Although they are all strong people, they still spent a full amount of time wandering around inside.
I saw a side hall from a distance. On the door of the hall were written the words of three desolate tribes: Presbyterian Church.
The Council of Elders is the most powerful organization within the Desolate Tribe. It is a place that assists the patriarch in handling daily affairs. There are nine elders in total, and dozens of sub-level institutions and departments. Each elder will
In charge of one part. The "Ziyuan Yamen" where "Shang" is located is one of the sub-level organizations under the Presbyterian Council.
To be honest, both "Shang" and "Blade" are members of the Desolate tribe, but this is the first time they have stood so close in front of the main hall of the Presbyterian Church. The huge sense of oppression coming from the pavement is invisible but still feels like reality.
The two of them felt like they couldn't breathe due to the pressure.
At this time, the silver-armored guard sent a message to the guard at the entrance of the main hall, who then went in and sent a message. After a while, a gap wide for two people opened in the main hall.
"Follow me, the third elder has been waiting for you for a long time." After the guard finished speaking, he motioned for "Shang" to follow him.
But the silver-armored guard who led the way did not follow him in. They, the guards of the Presbyterian House, are not in the same group as the Presbyterian House. They are two different teams and will not enter the Presbyterian House.
Entering the main hall, there was a strong atmosphere of temptation everywhere, like sharp and deadly daggers that swept across the bodies of "Shang" and "Blade". After several times, they magically disappeared, but the two of them were shocked.
Drenched in cold sweat. They knew that just now, at least ten monks from the Dzogchen Realm of Chaos were testing them with their spiritual thoughts. If they had shown the slightest bit of hostility just now, they would definitely die on the spot.
There are many in the Desolate Clan who are in the Chaos Realm, but not many are in the Perfect Chaos Realm, and even fewer are in the higher Taixu Realm.
"Let's go, hurry up, don't keep the third elder waiting any longer."
"yes."
Following the guards, they walked around and arrived at a hall. An old man was sitting on a futon with his eyes closed, meditating, as if he was practicing spiritual practice.
"Third Elder, we've brought them here." The guard whispered, and then retreated, leaving "Shang" and "Blade" behind.
The person in front of me is one of the people at the pinnacle of power in the Desolate Clan. He is also a big shot that "Shang" and "Blade" need to raise their necks to admire.
The third elder, called "Hunting", is said to be in the early stage of Taixu Realm and is in charge of the "inheritance" lifeline of the entire Desolate Clan. This time, because "Shang" mentioned opportunity in his report, he was assigned to the third elder.
Within authority.
"My subordinate "Shang" has met the third elder."
The long silence put a lot of pressure on "Shang", and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only sign up in a low voice.
The old man opened his eyes, but they did not fall on "Shang". Instead, he stared directly at "Blade". After looking at it for a long time, he said: "Is your eighth soul your chance?"