The spiritual thoughts of the saints all flew towards the place pointed by the other party, but no abnormality was found wherever the spiritual thoughts passed.
"What do you mean?" Bessie's head turned back, stared at the saint and said coldly.
"My soul is quite special. I can sense the abnormalities here. There is a very obscure fluctuation here. I can feel it." The saint did not like the other party's attitude, but this matter was of great importance and he could only force it. He endured his anger and said angrily.
"Abnormal, obscure fluctuations." Bessie's head sneered and said, "We can't sense it, but you can. Then tell us what's abnormal here."
Patriarch Bessie's tone was a bit aggressive, which made Patriarch Connor very unhappy. He looked at the saint and said, "Old Qi, let some frogs in the well see what they are doing."
This sarcasm, which was obviously referring to Sang Shuhuai, made the face of the head of the Bessi family become ugly, and even the faces of other saints of the Bessi family gradually became gloomy.
The saint has begun to form seals, and the materialized spiritual thoughts are pouring out from the sea of consciousness. No one cares about this anymore, but they all stare at the place where the other person's spiritual thoughts fall.
As time passed by, more and more spiritual thoughts gathered in that space. The saint seemed to be struggling to control these spiritual thoughts, and sweat gradually began to flow from his forehead.
Everyone said nothing and stared nervously.
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the saint's spiritual thoughts were fully released there, and only a trembling sound was heard, and a ripple in space spread to the surroundings.
As if some kind of spatial restriction had been released, the space there continued to twist, and then an illusory space portal appeared. This portal gradually solidified and turned into a luminous space gate.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this space gate.
"Huh, you still said it wasn't you. Look, this thing has already come out. Are you going to tell us next and let us go in?" Bessie's head snorted coldly and said in a strange way.
"You idiot, you don't want to get in." The head of the Connor family was too lazy to pay attention to the other party's nonsense. He stared at the space portal and asked in a deep voice: "Can you sense something inside."
The saint shook his head and said: "You can't sense it, you can only go in and explore."
The head of the Bessie family folded his arms and sneered silently, while the head of the Norman family frowned slightly and stared at the door in front, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Which of you should go in?" said the head of the Connor family.
Everyone looked at each other, obviously no one wanted to go in. After all, this place may be related to the death of nine saints, and whoever enters may die first.
"How come there is such a portal here? Who sealed it here?" the Norman family leader said with a frown.
The saint who previously opened the restriction said: "Such a situation cannot be said to be a deliberate seal. In this world, there are always some strange things that will 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 ruins, why didn't you say it was some kind of treasure?" the head of the Bessie family said with a sarcastic smile.
The saint glanced at the head of the Bessi family and said: "This possibility is not ruled out. It may be a relic left from ancient times. If this is the case, it can explain why the nine saints died here, and it may not necessarily be the case. It's death, or perhaps a very advanced spatial isolation that prevents the soul imprint from sensing the existence of its master."
The expression on Bessie's head's face changed. He didn't speak this time, but when he looked at the door in front of him, his eyes seemed to become a little more intense.
The other saints were also moved in their hearts, but they did not speak out loud.
In fact, they don't believe that one of the three major aristocratic families is plotting against others, because there is absolutely no need to do so. If they wanted to plot against others, they would have done so long ago.
The most important thing is strength. No family has the strength to jointly calculate the strength of the other two families.
In this way, the other party's explanation is very reasonable, and there is some kind of relic.
Perhaps when a few people were discussing things, the space suddenly fluctuated. Then they explored the fluctuations and found such a portal. Out of curiosity, they all walked in.
All the saints stopped talking and stared at the portal in front of them, with strange light flashing in their eyes.
Looking at the head of the Bessie family who had a hateful expression before, the head of the Connor family sneered disdainfully and said: "Everyone, since some people don't believe us, I suggest that we send someone in first to find out."
"That won't work." Bessie's head immediately said, "Who can be sure that this is not your plan."
The head of the Connor family said coldly: "Then what do you want?"
"If you want to go in, let's go in together."
The head of the Bessie family said immediately, and his words quickly became recognized by the head of the Norman family.
If there really is an opportunity here, no one should be allowed to get it, and in this situation, they can only believe in the existence of opportunity.
Of course, opportunities coexist with dangers.
The three forces quickly reached an agreement and each sent a saint to investigate the situation. The three of them acted together and decisively withdrew if there was any abnormality.
The personnel were quickly selected, but before that, in order to consider fairness, the three of them left their soul marks one after another, and placed the soul marks in front of everyone, and then the three of them went in.
In the space portal, brilliance flashed and the three figures disappeared.
Everyone was staring at the space portal, waiting for the three people to return from investigating the situation.
Time began to pass, one breath, two breaths, three breaths, and soon one minute passed.
The soul mark still existed intact, and nothing happened to the three of them.
A quarter of an hour passed and everything was still fine.
The head of the Bessie family said impatiently: "Looking at this situation, there must be no danger inside..."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a clicking sound, and it was the soul mark of the saint belonging to the Norman family that shattered, indicating that the saint died.
Bessie's head was forced to choke back his next words, and his expression became unnatural.
Others continued to stare at the two soul marks, and were now certain that the death of the nine saints was definitely related to this place.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and the saint belonging to the Connor family also died, and then only the Bessie family was left.
"What happened? Why didn't he come back?" The face of the Connor family became gloomy, and his eyes glanced at the Bessie family.
"How do I know?" Bessie's head sneered.
"It's not an option to continue like this. We don't know what's going on inside at all. If we send another person in, this time we send a clone, just so we can see what's inside." The head of the Connor family said.
This suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone, even the head of the Bessie family couldn't say anything, so a saint who was good at using clones emerged from the Connor family.
A clone walked in, and at the same time, everything he saw was transmitted to the original figure through soul projection, and the original figure then transmitted it to the space in front of him.
I saw a desolate land appearing in that space, with gusts of wind blowing from time to time, rolling up the clone's robe.
There was no danger around, so the clone began to move forward.
While moving forward, they still found nothing unusual. Through the projection, everyone could see that it was a unique space, and the atmosphere was somewhat similar to the ruins.
"You can speed up appropriately." Head Connor reminded.
It was a clone itself, so even if it was killed, there would be no loss, so the clone began to fly past at high speed, constantly moving forward.
About three minutes later, another space appeared in front of the clone. That space was relatively small, like a sphere, appearing in front of him.
In that space, there was a towering black castle. As the clone approached, everyone could clearly see the writing on the top of the castle directly opposite.
Treasure Pavilion.
In addition to this discovery, they also saw the saint of the Bessie family just now. He was standing outside the treasure pavilion, looking forward expectantly, and said: "It's my turn now."
The closed castle door opened, and an indifferent voice sounded, "Through different levels of trials, you can choose different levels of things. If you pass the final trial, you can let the Treasure Pavilion recognize its master. There are nine levels in total. Select your selection level."
"Level 4." The saint couldn't wait to say: "The level 9 that those two idiots just chose is not that good."
"After passing the fourth level, you can only get one incomplete holy weapon. Let's start the trial now." The indifferent voice continued to sound, and a ray of light was seen shooting out of the treasure pavilion and falling on the saint.
The saint's body moved forward with the light, but the latter seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly turned his head and saw the clone. A murderous intention flashed in his eyes, "If you dare to make a sneak attack, you will die."
Before the body entered the treasure pavilion, a light of energy shot out and landed on the saint's clone, forcibly killing the clone.
Outside, everyone's eyes went dark, and they couldn't see anything.
The head of the Connor family, the head of the Norman family, and other saints from the two families looked at the head of the Bessie family at the same time, with very unkind expressions.
"Look at what I do and what it has to do with me." Bessie's head said coldly.
"It's really a good plan. If you don't come out for a long time, we will think that it is full of dangers and we won't dare to go in rashly. You can go in after we leave." The head of the Connor family said with a sarcastic smile.
They heard the indifferent words that just sounded in the treasure pavilion very clearly. This is indeed a place of chance. There are nine levels in total. The reason why the two people died before was because they chose the most difficult level nine. .
The latter chose level four. Once successful, he would get an incomplete holy weapon.
If you succeed at level 4, you will be a crippled holy weapon. Then at level 5 and level 6, won't there be real holy weapons?
Ancient inheritance.
At this moment, everyone thought so.
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