Relying on mental power perception ability, an average of five minutes can be found in a stone room.

And Lan Mu gradually discovered that the distribution of the stone chamber is regular, and after every three bifurcations, there must be a stone chamber nearby.

The large stone chamber was naturally used to hold slaves, and there must have been a deep pit, but not every pit contained corpses.

Lan Mu found that the stone chambers of several slaves were empty, and he thought that the slaves who were originally imprisoned were all taken for sacrifice.

In addition, some small stone chambers are equipped with mountains of weapons, such as bronze short swords, black stone spears, bone bows and arrows, and slings.

These may be important artifacts for archaeologists studying the Aztec civilization, and some of the patterns painted on the shields may excite some scholars.

However, Lan Mu regarded it as garbage, and fiddled with the bow and arrow, which was very light, even the body of a lich could control the strings, but the power was too weak.

The tip of the bone arrow was blackened, which should have been poisoned, and the Aztec warriors were looking for poison, not shot.

"Legend has it that the Aztecs were at their peak when they were destroyed by the Spaniards, but civilization was still low ......"

Lan Mu took a brief look at the arsenal and continued to look for the slave vault.

Unless the slave chamber was completely empty, there were at least fifty, if not more than eighty souls.

These revenants were trapped in the stone chamber and dissipated extremely slowly, all of which cost Lan Mu.

The dense black revenant soul pounced on Lan Mu and inhaled it all into him.

The negative feelings of the slave's revenant soul are particularly strong, and Lan Mu has to spend a lot of time peeling off and combing before he can use it to strengthen it.

"Fifty-Four ......"

"Seventy-One ......"

"Sixty-six ......"

"Huh! There are eighty-nine ...... here."

Before he knew it, an hour had passed, and Lan Mu's soul strength had reached 1520, and his perception range had reached one hundred and fifty-two meters.

After exploring several stone chambers in a row, Lan Mu finally sensed a vast space.

"Is it the end?"

Lan Mu chooses the right path to move forward, and perceives an area paved with gold.

"This should be Sivola? Golden City ...... Even the floors are paved with gold......

Walking to the edge of the cave, his vision suddenly widened, and in his perception, there was a golden city in front of him......

Not a pyramid, not a gold vessel, but a real city of gold!

After seeing the weapons of the Aztecs, Lan Mu thought that their technology was low, and he could perceive the golden avenue, the golden house, the golden pillar, the golden pool, the golden platform, the golden ladder, and the golden idol...... Lan Mu had to admit that their gold smelting technology had reached its peak.

Buildings made of pure gold bricks or poured gold are everywhere, and anything you can find has to be gold......

Chariots, carts, wagons of gold......

Golden daggers, spears, hammers......

Pots, jars, bowls, cups, saucers......

Golden statues, cougars, giant birds, war horses......

Although there was darkness and no light everywhere, in spiritual perception, Lan Mu could see clearly.

It's not gold-plated or an empty shelf, it's a high-purity gold entity!

Is there a more tycoon in the world?

Within a perceptual range of 152 meters, you can't encompass the entire town, this is a real living area!

Compared with the places where slaves lived, the people living in the Golden City were suddenly N times higher.

"Unbelievable...... Where did the Aztecs get so much gold? ”

"The Federal Reserve's gold reserves can't build this golden city!"

Lan Mu jumped down from the entrance of the cave, felt the golden avenue down-to-earth, stepped on the golden ladder, and walked into the city step by step.

As he went deeper into the city, there was only one emotion, and that was luxury......

After walking about two hundred meters, he found a pyramid.

It's a real pyramid! Each cornerstone is cast from gold, is 81 meters tall and is made up of at least 1.6 million gold bricks.

What's even more amazing is that the pyramid is wrapped in a rich black ghost, and the black pressure is crowded together, never beyond the scope of the pyramid.

Inside the pyramid is a hollow burial chamber filled with all kinds of gold funerary goods, and a huge coffin sits in the center.

However, the entrance to the pyramid is not below, but from the top.

The moment Lan Mu stepped onto the golden staircase, the revenant soul was attracted by him and swarmed into his body.

"There seems to be a magnetic field on the surface of the pyramid that traps the souls of the dead......"

As Lan Mu climbed the pyramid step by step, he absorbed more and more souls, forming a black shadow stream.

By the time Lan Mu stepped onto the golden platform of the highest peak of the pyramid, he had already collected more than five hundred souls.

"All slaves...... And it was a sacrificial slave......"

"It's so brutal......"

Lan Mutong Guò learned from the fragmented memories of the souls of the dead that all of these slaves had been tortured to death.

Before the pyramid was completed, Aztec warriors escorted slaves to the pyramid, which was an empty shelf with only a sacrificial platform.

The high priest stood on a high platform and shouted at an enshrined artifact, and then the torture began, and all kinds of cruel punishments fell on the slaves.

It is still simple to dig out the heart and lungs, the fire burns and the beasts bite it, and the golden hammer smashes the brain and whips it to death......

Ancient torture was brutal beyond imagination, and it was rumored that the Aztecs liked blood sacrifices, but this was no longer a blood sacrifice, it was deliberately, deliberately, deliberately!

For what? Is it just because the 'gods' like it?

The bodies of the slaves who died here were buried around the pyramids, and all the slaves were buried under the golden floor.

The souls of the dead are trapped in the pyramid, and the negativity contained in it is greater than that contained in the stone chamber.

The people in the stone chamber starved to death of thirst, and the slaves were subjected to incredible cruelty before they died.

A series of negative emotions such as resentment, malice, despair, and pain hit Lan Mu's heart.

Lan Mu was stunned on the golden platform, and it took half an hour to peel off and remove the noisy information.

"The Golden City was built on the corpses of countless slaves......"

"But...... Why deliberately torture and kill? Just because of the sacrifice? ”

"After sacrificing all the slaves, who will build the city?"

Lan Mu's perception range had reached two hundred and ten meters, and he soon discovered the entrance to the high platform.

Lan Mu raised his withered palm, and the power of frost erupted.

The cold snap pounded on a golden idol, quickly knocking the idol down, revealing a patio-like opening.

With a soul strength of more than two thousand, he was able to manipulate the power of frost well, but it was limited to form changes.

As for the magical effect of the nature change, Lan Mu, who has no matching knowledge, can't do it for the time being.

Lan Mu jumped down from the patio, his body fluttering, and slowly landed on the coffin.

Then he regretted it a little, because there were more souls inside the pyramid, and he was stunned for a moment when he inhaled his body.

The almost endless negative feelings almost crashed him, thinking of the more than five hundred revenants before he got it for half an hour, this time he roughly counted it, and there were two thousand revenants!

"Give me all peace!"

One by one, the slave souls attacked him viciously, and finally angered Lan Mu, and his mind was shocked, and the souls were bounced away at once.

With his hands held high, Lan Mu channeled another energy in his body—the power of darkness.

The revenant soul is taken into the palm of the hand, and the dark power envelops it, binding it in a ball, forming a pure black ball of revenant.

"The forces of darkness don't just transform humans into undead...... Can it also be used to transform the souls of the dead? ”

The soul of the dead is imprisoned by the power of darkness, and it only takes one thought from Lan Mu to be transformed.

As for what it was transformed into, Lan Mu didn't know yet, but he knew that the two thousand souls were already comparable to his current soul strength, and once he transformed into an unknown being, he might not be able to control it even if he was a lich.

"Save it first, I can't absorb so many ...... in one breath for the time being."