Black, Andre, Michelle, and several other Demon Race who followed Blood Demon God to Demon Race Ancestral Land, and under the leadership of Clara, came all the way to the Ancestor God Hall.
This is a majestic black Main Hall, covering an area of tens of thousands of acres and towering into the clouds.
Walking into the Main Hall, a solemn, solemn, strange and dark atmosphere hits your face.
In the center of the Main Hall is a huge Statue.
Wearing a black robe, he has a majestic figure, and his aura is so powerful that it seems to be able to suppress Heavens.
Black subconsciously raised his eyes, trying to see that face clearly...
Hiss!
Soul Depths I suddenly felt a stinging pain, as if being pricked by a needle.
Let him quickly look away and frown slightly.
Clara smiled sweetly from the side.
"Black, you have to be careful. This is Statue from Progenitor Lord, which contains the power of Progenitor Lord. If you look directly at Demon Race, your soul will be damaged."
Her eyes flickered, and there was a hint of ridicule in her tone.
"But it's amazing that you can look straight at me for so long before looking away."
Black surface does not change color.
"Thanks for the reminder."
But he snorted coldly in his heart.
This woman didn't warn him early, but waited until his soul was hurt before telling him about Statue's weirdness.
Humph, I'm afraid I'm just waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
Clara smiled and continued walking inside with a few people.
Pass through the Main Hall and come to the Side Hall.
This place is much smaller than the main hall, but also cooler.
A black stone table lay across the hall. Behind the stone table sat an old man Demon Race in black robes, with a haggard face and sinister eyes.
On both sides of the stone table, there were several Ancestor God Guard standing, all with deep breaths and expressionless faces.
Clara walked forward and bowed slightly.
"Clara, on the order of Second Demon God Lord, brought several of Blood Demon God Lord's subordinates here to register."
The old man in black robe raised his eyelids, glanced at the Black people, and nodded casually.
"Got it."
He pointed to the stone case.
"Line up and come one by one."
Clara stepped aside and looked at Black and the others with a smile.
"Please, please."
Andre looked impatient, rubbing his hands and walking to the first one.
"I'll come, I'll come, I'll come first!"
The old man in black robe took out a blank Soul Tablet and picked up the pen.
"Name."
"Andre!"
"Belong."
"Blood Demon God Lord's subordinate!"
"Cultivation Level."
"Demon King!"
"Drip of blood."
The old man in black robe pointed at Soul Tablet.
Andre took out a drop of Fresh Blood from his fingertips without hesitation and dropped it on Soul Tablet.
Buzz--
Soul Tablet vibrated slightly, and several blood-red writings appeared on it...
[Andre--Blood Demon God's subordinate--Demon King]
The old man in black robe nodded and threw him a piece of Identity Token.
"Next."
Andre happily took Token, looked at it repeatedly, and stepped aside.
This is Identity Token from Demon Race Ancestral Land.
What is this?
This is a status symbol!
When he Andre goes out with this Token, he can say that he came from Ancestral Land.
Hey hey hey, quack quack, Jie Jie Jie!
Then several other Demon Race also stepped forward.
Register, drop blood, and get Identity Token.
Soon, there were only a few people left.
But Michelle, who was at the back of the queue, had something wrong with his face.
From the moment she entered Ancestor God Hall, she has been in a subtle state of tension.
When I saw that receiving Identity Token still required a drop of blood, I became even more panicked.
"That..."
Michelle took a deep breath, tried hard to sound normal, and whispered to Black.
"Master, I feel a little uncomfortable. Can you go out and get some fresh air? I'll come back later to register."
She said and was about to walk out.
However...
An arm blocked her way.
Clara was standing beside her at some point, looking at her with a smile.
"Michelle sister is not feeling well?"
Her smile was gentle and graceful, and her tone was caring and considerate.
"Then it's even more important to finish the registration as soon as possible so that you can go and rest."
She pointed to the stone case.
"You will be here soon, so you should register first. After registration, sister will take you to the Blood Demon Hall. It will definitely be more comfortable there than outside."
Michelle's face changed slightly.
Clara's smile was still gentle, but there was clearly a trace of scrutiny in those eyes.
Michelle The heart beats rapidly.
She was not sure whether her Fresh Blood would be recognized as Human Race if she put it on Soul Tablet.
It's a risk.
Or leave forcefully?
Michelle bit her red lips in confusion.
I finally arrived at Demon Race Ancestral Land, but no useful information was sent back. Is it about to be exposed?
Michelle is not afraid of death, but he is unwilling to die in such a worthless way.
Just then...
A hand pressed her shoulder.
Michelle looks up.
Black took one step forward and walked directly to the stone case.
"Where is the servant who rushes ahead of his master to do something? Back off!"
Saying that, he directly pushed Michelle to the back.
Michelle staggered a few steps, but felt relieved.
For some reason, I always feel that once Black appears, everything will be fine.
The old man in black robe was lowering his head and playing with Soul Tablet. He asked lazily without raising his head.
"Name."
"Black."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in black robe who had been so indifferent just now raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with light.
Then he frowned.
"You..."
The old man in black robe pretended to look at Black carefully.
Then he was stunned at first, then turned pale with fright, and violently struck the case.
"Someone! Take it!"
Hula--
The Ancestor God Guards surrounding him immediately surrounded him, and all the Killing Auras jumped up, surrounding Blacks.
Andre is confused.
"What... what's going on?!"
Several other Demon Races under Blood Demon God were also confused.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to go up and help Black or follow Ancestor God Guard.
Michelle's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Black's look.
Only Clara stood aside, still smiling, watching the changes.
Black raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man in black robe.
"Take it?"
"What are you going to do with me?"
The old man in black robe took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms and slapped it on the stone table.
That's a wanted warrant.
There is a portrait of Demon Race painted on it...
Black hair, black eyes, and a stern face.
It's really similar to Black.
"What to do?!"
The old man in black robe sneered, his voice sharp and harsh.
"Your name is Black?"
Black nodded.
"Yes."
"Hahaha!"
The old man in black robe laughed and pointed at the portrait on the wanted poster.
"Open your eyes and look! What is this?! This is a wanted order! The wanted order was issued by the Ancestor God Hall seventeen years ago!"
He stared at Black with pride in his eyes.
"You still dare to say your name is Black? You are clearly the wanted criminal! If you dare to pretend to be someone else in the Ancestor God Hall, do you think Ancestor God Guard is a vegetarian?!"
"A wanted criminal dared to pretend to be someone else and walk into the Ancestor God Hall. He is looking for death!"
"Take it down! Get it down for me quickly!"
"If you dare to resist, you will be killed without mercy!"