Chapter 2581
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It wasn't written in the book, and no living person asked …
Then he could only ask a dead person!
Zhen Xiaoxiao furrowed her brows and looked at the gate of the Heroic Soul Palace!
Sleeping there were the remains of the Demon Suppressing Clan's powerhouses …
Last time, he had only stayed in the Heroic Soul Palace for an hour … but his heart was already filled with anger and bloodlust that he had nowhere to vent …
Should he go there to find answers?
"Follow me!"
Dragging Haozi by the collar, Zhen Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment before striding into the Heroic Soul Palace.
"What the hell is this place!"
Haozi screamed as he pushed open the gate. He felt an indescribably fierce and murderous aura crazily surging into his body. He thought that Demon Suppressing Clan was really going to pull out his teeth and bone spurs in the torture room of the underground palace. But when he looked up, he saw that Mighty Demon Suppressing Clan, who had been struggling desperately in Zhen Xiaoxiao's hands, was immediately dumbfounded!
This, this, this …
What was all this?
He looked at the eternal flames burning in the sky. He looked at the two huge waves piled up from human and beast bones. He looked at the stone platforms that were a few meters apart, and the skeletons that stood on the stone platforms. Some of them were angry, some of them were awe-inspiring, and some of them were full of fighting spirit …
Little Haozi was dumbfounded!
With a bang, Zhen Xiaoxiao threw Little Haozi to the ground. Zhen Xiaoxiao dusted off the dust on her hands and said solemnly, "This is the place where the heroic souls of our ancestors rest. You should pay your respects. If possible, you can also find out who your direct ancestor is. This way, you can truly recognize your ancestors and return to your roots."
With that, she went straight into the depths of the Heroic Soul Palace.
She didn't need to explain too much.
Thinking back to the shock she had felt when she first set foot in this place, Zhen Xiaoxiao believed that Little Haozi would also think and gain a lot here.
It was just as she thought.
At this time, Mighty Demon Suppressing Clan was extremely shocked. He sat on the ground, as if he couldn't digest the chaotic thoughts that flooded into his mind.
Leaving his little brother at the entrance, Zhen Xiaoxiao slowly moved forward. He passed by Demon Suppressing Clan and saw Demon Suppressing Clan's wild leopard.
Pausing for a moment in front of his uncle, who had unfortunately died before reaching adulthood, Zhen Xiaoxiao clenched her fists and swore that she wouldn't let Little Haozi follow her uncle's footsteps!
The power of madness was far stronger than the power of the Chaotic Ancient Dao.
Demon power was far stronger than the Chaotic Ancient Dao.
Before he was killed by the Heavenly Demon, the power that exploded in his body would be enough to shatter his organs and break his bones!
Cries of pain and panic rang out from behind him. Anyone who stepped into the Heroic Soul Palace for the first time would find it extremely difficult to remain calm, no matter who they were.
Zhen Xiaoxiao ignored the roars and gritted his teeth as he endured the increasingly powerful pressure of the fiendish blood aura and advanced step by step.
It was impossible to walk freely in the Heroic Soul Palace. The heroic spirits on the two stone platforms seemed to be placed in chronological order. For example, Zhenmo Xiao Tian was an expert from his eldest father's era. As for his little uncle Wild Leopard, the time of his death was the same year that his grandfather and his eldest father passed on the power of the Realm Lord …
Going forward, from the changes in the names of the years, it could be seen that there had been many heroes in the era of the Demon Suppressing Realm Lord. Moreover, the older these ancestors were, the more glorious their achievements were … and the stronger the blood pressure that emanated from their skeletons!
The terrifying pressure was connected in the air, as if it was testing the descendants of the Demon Suppression Sect who came to pay their respects. If their cultivation was not good enough, they would probably kneel on the ground when they reached a certain depth, unable to take another step forward.
With reverence, Zhen Xiaoxiao bowed to each of the ancestors, forgetting the passage of time and even the poor little chicken that he had left at the door.
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