742: C742 Land of Heritage

C742 Land of Heritage

Berial's words were very straightforward. As long as the other party dared to oppose him, or even withdraw from the sacrificial ceremony, there was a high chance that they would become traitors of their own kind. Whether they could get out of this area or not would be a problem.0

After sensing the surrounding atmosphere, the devil who opposed him didn't dare to say anything. The sacrificial ceremony was carried out as usual.

Sacrificing the souls of ten Holy Transformation cultivators at once was a big deal in any era. Although these souls didn't have their own consciousness, their resentment was getting stronger and stronger. Their purpose was to break through the dimensional barrier and communicate with the existence of the Outer World. To find a way to solve the current predicament.

Berial's huge body was sitting in the middle of the formation. The remaining two heads were solemn and solemn. He was mumbling something to himself while his companions were standing guard at the side, afraid that they would disturb the ceremony.

"This formation is really effective. I can feel an oppressive aura. It was as if a supreme existence in a different spatial zone had opened his eyes and saw us. It has been so many years. Is the Ancestor God still alive? "

" Even if he isn't the Ancestor God, his cultivation base is definitely at the quasi Emperor realm. Furthermore, he's an outstanding quasi Emperor. With the guidance of such a great figure, we should be able to escape from this place, right? "

"It's hard to say. After all, there's an endless distance between us. Could it be that this great figure will open up the ancient battlefield and descend here with his true body to save us? I don't think that's possible... "

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The worries of these Holy Transformation Evil Devils were not wrong. The situation of the Outer World Devil Clan was not good. A heavyweight powerhouse could bear the role of a guard, and it was impossible for him to leave. Besides, not everyone had the key to the ancient battlefield. Even if they received the distress signal, they wouldn't be able to come and help.

An hour later, the sacrificial ceremony finally came to an end. The souls of the ten Holy Transformation cultivators had all been burnt to ashes. Great Devil King Berial woke up from his prayer and let out a long sigh.

"How is it? Is there any news? Will the Ancestor God descend upon this dimension? That human girl's origins are mysterious and unfathomable. It's very likely that she's the reincarnation of a mighty figure in Ancient Era. With such a great contribution, the higher-ups should send someone to save us, right?"

"Have you explained the situation? Once the spirit of the True Phoenix grows up, it will definitely become a great enemy of our race in the future. This is a great opportunity. Send out a peak Holy Transformation expert to eliminate all future troubles! "

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His companions came forward. They were very concerned about the instructions of the Ancestor God. This time, a human cultivator had killed more than a dozen people of the same level. They were supposed to be convicted. However, if they could really get rid of a Reincarnator, not only would the Ancestor God not blame them... He would even make a contribution!

"I am not communicating with the Ancestor God, but I am also an extremely important senior in the clan. He said... the rules of the ancient battlefield cannot be broken at will. Once one enters, only the victorious party can come out alive..."

"However, you don't have to be pessimistic. Senior, please guide me. There is a mysterious inheritance of my clan in this space. There were many Quasi-Monarch experts who fell on the battlefield. As long as we can obtain one of the inheritances... So what if that human girl is a Reincarnator? If she hasn't matured yet, she will definitely be defeated by us!"

Great Devil King Berial was actually a little disappointed in his heart. He had lost a head to the Goddess with a single strike. He had never encountered such a powerful expert in the same realm. If he were to face the Goddess again, he would feel a little afraid in his heart.

"According to the rules of the ancient battlefield, the clan will not send anyone to rescue him? Damn it! This is simply stupid. We were accidentally brought here by the teleportation formation. With our strength, how could we be qualified to represent the God Clan in a duel? It's obvious that they don't care about us Holy Transformation warriors and our lives. "

" Calm down. I feel that senior should have something to hide as well. It's true that he won't be able to leave this place. It seems like the last battle had caused the combat strength of the higher ups to dwindle. Now, there isn't even a peak Holy Transformation warrior who has free time... "

"Berial, where is the inheritance that Senior pointed out? Why don't we go and take a look first? Most of the cultivation techniques we cultivate have reached the bottleneck stage. There really are inheritances left behind by quasi Sovereign experts. Perhaps it's an opportunity for us."

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After the other four Holy Transformation argued for a while, they came to a unanimous decision. Since they could not get practical help, it would be good to find the Land of Heritage. Although cultivation wasn't something that could be done overnight, who knew how magical the trump card of a quasi Sovereign was? Perhaps there was really a way to raise their combat strength to a higher level, allowing them to take on the Fairy head-on without falling into a disadvantageous position!

"All of you, follow me."

Berial nodded. According to the instructions in his memory, he headed towards an unknown place. When they had chosen the place to take refuge, they had specially spared that area, but they had never thought that they would return in the end.

The ominous place was visible to the naked eye. The ground was dark brown in color. Densely packed runes formed a large colony of ants. They were tireless as they busied themselves. Occasionally, one could see that one of the divine bones had already been corroded to a deformed state.

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