"The Exile Blade has been brought, please pass it on to the Presbyterian Church. ”

In front of a huge palace gate, "Shang" and the other three desolate people who greeted the "blade" all the way into the plane bowed slightly, and said to the two silver-armored guards in front of the palace gate as calmly as possible.

"Well, we've got the news. After the identity is verified, it will be released. Let's wait. ”

"Thank you!"

This is the Ancestral Temple. "Blade" looked up at the familiar and oppressive architectural complex and sighed in his heart. Of course, he is very familiar with this place, this is the ancestral temple, and it is the sacred place in the hearts of all the desolate people. Legend has it that this was built by the first generation of the Wild Tribe, and it has been continuously added, improved and modified for hundreds of generations to have its current scale. Whether it is a grand ceremony or any major decision, it will be carried out at the ancestral temple. Moreover, the patriarch has been resided in the ancestral temple by the presbyterian church.

The reverence of the people of the barren tribe for the ancestral temple is unimaginable to outsiders. Let's take the previous civil strife within the desolate clan as an example, "Blade" was personally involved, why he lost, there are many reasons, one of which is that even if the loser who took power was afraid to let go of the offensive when he attacked the ancestral temple, he was afraid of damaging the building of the ancestral temple, which led to the great reduction of the intensity of the attack and the inability to achieve the expected plan to enter the ancestral temple.

Of course, the battle where the "Blade" was captured alive and knocked down to the realm was also near this ancestral temple. So now I have mixed feelings.

He thought that he would one day kill him and let those who had humiliated him taste the pain and helplessness he experienced, he also thought that he would die slowly in a plane where birds don't, and even thought that for the sake of his birth and death for the desolate clan, the clansmen could raise their noble hands and forgive him halfway. But "Blade" never thought that he would one day come back as a nail, and walked on the road contrary to the desolate clan with a body of "poison".

A magic weapon, the appearance is very strange, like a stick and like a dagger. It was held in the hand by a silver-armored guard, and swept up and down the body of the "blade".

"Blade" knew what it was. A kind of magic weapon for identification, a unique magic weapon of the desolate people. It contains the soul fluctuation information and bloodline information of each desolate person, it is impossible to make mistakes, and it is also the most direct way to identify a desolate person.

"Hmm, the strength of the soul fluctuation is a little wrong, and the increase is a bit powerful, but the bloodline is right. Are you a "blade"?"

"Yes. ”

"Your soul fluctuates a little. ”

"There are some chances, and I would like to report to the patriarchs and the council of elders according to the iron law. ”

"Oh, what about the fate of the soul?" The silver-armored guard's eyes lit up as if he realized something, nodded, glanced at the "blade" more, and then put away the magic weapon, turned his head to "Shang" and said, "This person's body has been verified to be correct. You can go in, you can go in too. The other three, wait outside the temple. ”

"Okay. ”

"It's hard work!"

No one would dare to have the slightest objection to the Silver Armor Guards of the Ancestral Temple. The Silver Armor Guards are this virtue, their lives are dedicated to this ancestral temple, and the only loyalty is the contemporary patriarch in the ancestral temple. Not to mention a few Chaos Realm cultivators, even if a higher cultivation monk came, it would be impossible to change their attitude. Rigid, impersonal, cold.

"Shang" is a little excited, he is the "real war" in the clan, it is considered an intermediate force, this identity is also a good status in the clan, but it is only good, with his status to enter the ancestral temple, it is also a hundred years of calculation, unless there is any major event or big celebration, otherwise he will not be able to step into the ancestral temple, the identity is not enough.

What's more, this time "Shang" was directly summoned by the House of Elders, and if everything went well, he could still receive a heavy reward, how could he not be excited? After bowing slightly, he led the imprisoned "Blade" to follow behind a silver-armored guard and entered the scope of the ancestral temple from a side door.

The ancestral temple is very large, and people who are not strong enough are not allowed to use flying or moving means in it, and can only move on their legs. Although they are all strong, they have been walking around for a long time before they see a side hall from a distance. On the door of the temple are the words of the three desolate tribes: the Council of Elders.

The Council of Elders, the most powerful body within the Wasteland. Internally and externally. It is a place to assist the patriarch in his daily affairs. There are a total of nine elders in it, and there are dozens of sub-level institutional departments, and each elder will be in charge of a part. The "Resource Yamen" where "Shang" is located is one of the sub-institutions under the House of Elders.

To tell the truth, whether it is "Shang" or "Blade", they are all from the Desolate Clan, but it is the first time that they have stood in front of the main hall of the Presbyterian Church so closely. The huge sense of oppression from the pavement is invisible but like substance, and the two of them feel a little breathless.

At this time, the silver-armored guard passed the word to the guards at the entrance of the main hall, and the latter went in to pass the word again, and after a while, the hall opened a two-person wide slit.

"Follow me, the three elders have been waiting for you for a long time. After the guard finished speaking, he motioned for "Shang" to follow him.

And the silver-armored guard who led all the way did not follow in, they were the guards of the Elders' House or they were not the same nest as the Elders' House, two sets of teams, and they would not enter the Elders' House.

Entering the main hall, there was a strong tentative aura everywhere, like an elite and deadly dagger swept over the whole body of "Shang" and "Blade", and after several times, it magically disappeared, but the two of them were soaked in cold sweat. They knew that just now, there were at least more than ten Chaos Realm Great Perfection monks who were testing them with their divine thoughts, and if they showed the slightest hostility just now, they would definitely die on the spot.

There are many Chaos Realms in the Desolate Clan, but there are not many Chaos Realms that are complete, and there are even fewer of the higher Taixu Realms.

"Let's go, hurry up, don't let the third elder wait any longer. ”

"Yes. ”

Following the guards, they turned around and came to a hall. An old man was meditating with his eyes closed on a futon, as if he was practicing.

"Three Elders, people have brought it. The guard whispered, and then retreated, leaving Shang and Blade behind.

This person in front of him is one of the few people at the pinnacle of power in the Wasteland. It is also a big man who "Shang" and "Blade" need to raise their necks to look at.

The three elders, called "Hunting", are said to be in the early stage of the Taixu Realm, and they are in charge of the "inheritance" lifeline of the entire desolate clan. This time, because "Shang" mentioned chance in his report, he was also put under the authority of the three elders.

The subordinate "Shang" has seen the three elders. ”

The long silence gave "Shang" a lot of pressure, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only sign up in a whisper.

The old man's eyes opened, but he didn't fall on "Shang", but stared directly at the "blade", and looked at it for a long time before he spoke: "Your eighth spirit is your chance?"