"Sangkun, what do you say the boss and that old man are doing in the cave, and God mysteriously won't let us in." The golden retriever twitched his nose and grumbled.

won't let you in!

Sang Kun pursed his lips, in the past, he was mostly guarding outside the cave.

"Didn't the young master say that he is going to carry out the inheritance of necromancy, let us guard him outside." Sangkun still replied.

"Okay, what kind of necromancy inheritance." The golden retriever looked puzzled, "It's better to be a Warcraft, you can improve your strength by eating, sleeping and sleeping, and you don't have to study this all day long, inherit that ......"

Sangkun stared at the golden retriever with envy with two big eyes, and only this little guy could say such a light-hearted thing. Eating and sleeping every day, sleeping and eating, four years to catch up with his hundreds of years of strength, it is really more human than human beings to die, beasts than beasts to throw.

Four years ago, the little guy had just been weaned, and now he was able to kill the ninth-level demonic beasts, but he was still trapped at the peak of the eighth-level demonic beasts, and he didn't even have the qualifications to intervene.

As a demon pet who couldn't help his master fight, Sangkun suddenly felt a sense of despair, a feeling of being abandoned by the world.

The cave was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Luo Lan stood in the corner, watching Sesler sketch on the ground, blood as the guide and the demon core as the knot, and soon formed a strange and complicated picture.

With the final stroke, Cessler breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Master Seisler, can we start the inheritance?" Luo Lan immediately threw away the surprise in his heart and hurriedly asked.

"Don't worry, there's one last step left." As he spoke, Seisler took out a white bone plate from the spatial ring, on which were painted with blood-colored lines.

"A drop of blood has refined it." Seysler reluctantly handed it to Luo Lan.

"What is this?" Luo Lan took it and asked a little puzzled.

"Ever heard of the Index of the Dead?" Seysler asked rhetorically.

"Index of the Undead...... Luo Lan pondered for a moment and guessed: "Could it be a certificate to enter the underworld." ”

"Pretty much the same." Cethler's eyes lit up, "The undead index is the product of the condensation of some underworld creatures after death, it may be a bone, a single horn, or a piece of fur, these things contain natural lines on them, which can be used as coordinates for necromancers to locate the underworld. ”

It's the equivalent of a pointer in a game program.

Luo Lan nodded, as a citizen born in the 21st century, the era of the information explosion, this ability to accept is still there.

"This undead index was found by me from a ninth-level corpse dragon, and it is also at the peak of the ninth-level index, and it was originally intended to be reserved for my students, but this time it is cheaper for you." Seysler said angrily.

This is a ninth-level index of the undead, and when he accepted the inheritance, the teacher only gave him an eighth-level index.

"Is this index still graded?" Luo Lan is also a dog in an instant, isn't it just a pointer, as for making it so complicated.

"Of course, there are levels, the undead index is obtained from the dead undead, the undead are divided into ten levels, from the first level of the undead Dao Sanctuary undead, the corresponding undead index is also divided into ten levels. However, the level of the undead index below level 7 is too low to be of any use at all, and only the index of the undead below level 7 and above can be located. ”

"Is there any difference between the different indexes?" Luo Lan found that he had to be humble, and these things didn't seem to be mentioned in the original book.

"Necromancers need to use the undead index to put their mental power into the underworld, and this process will consume mental power, and the more advanced the undead index, the smaller the mental power consumption. Of course, for the initial inheritor, a high-level undead index can increase the probability of successful inheritance. ”

"Under the same conditions, using the seventh-level undead index, the probability of succession is about one percent."

"The eighth-level undead index, the probability of successful inheritance is one in ten."

"The ninth-level undead index, the probability of successful inheritance is one in five."

"The Index of the Undead in the Holy Realm, the probability of successful inheritance is one-third."

"It is said that on top of the Sacred Domain's Undead Index, there is also a god-level Undead Index, which can increase the success rate of the inheritance to one-half. However, the god-level undead index has only appeared once in the history of the Magnolia Continent, but then it disappeared, and I have never seen it. Seessler had a look of regret on his face.

"What, the ninth-level undead index, the probability of successful inheritance is only one in five, and this probability is too low." Luo Lan raised the white bone plate in his hand and shouted, he was far less open-minded than what he said just now, a one-fifth success rate, isn't this Nima equal to a four-fifths failure rate.

"Master Sethler, don't you have a higher-level undead index, I don't count on a god-level one, and a sanctuary-level one is okay." Luo Lan looked at Seisler pitifully.

"Bastard boy, do you think that the Sanctuary-level undead index is a cabbage, the conditions for the formation of the undead index are extremely harsh, and the high-level ones are extremely rare, and the old man has lived for eight hundred years before he has collected a Sanctuary-level undead index." Seysler was stunned on the spot, glaring, blowing his beard, and looking at Luo Lan angrily.

"You always dissipate your anger first, aren't I just talking about playing?" Luo Lan's eyes rolled, and he suddenly said with a smile: "Otherwise, how about you lend me your Sacred Domain-level undead index to use, and return it to you after I finish the inheritance?" ”

"Hey, hey!" Seysler smiled wickedly and pursed his lips, "Not good. ”

"The Index of the Dead is as important to a mage as a wife, how can you lend it to someone else." Seysler gave Luo Lan a disdainful look.

"Huh!" Luo Lan laughed dryly, and was speechless. Isn't it just to borrow the index of the undead, this old guy even moved out of his wife.

Luo Lan was still unwilling, and tried to say: "Really don't borrow?" ”

"Don't borrow!" Seysler waved his hand and cut it down.

Stingy, Luo Lan rolled his eyes a few times.

"Don't let me borrow it, it's okay to take it out and let me see it, don't say no, even if it's really your wife, you have to go out to meet someone." Luo Lan looked at Seisler and squeezed.

Seisler thought about it for a while, and seemed to refuse, so he had to nod helplessly, "Stinky boy, I'll let you take a look." ”

As he spoke, he took out a dark black rectangular demonic beast fur from the space ring, mixed with some golden lines on it.

"This is what the old man took from the undead of the Holy Realm that he killed, you should be careful." Seysler smugly handed it to Rolan.

"Blow, blow on, just as you kill the undead in the Holy Realm, you deliver food to others." Luo Lan took it, and there was a wave of slander in his heart.

Uh-

"This is the Sanctuary-level Index of the Undead."

Luo Lan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at this piece of demonic beast fur without blinking, this pattern seemed to be seen somewhere.

"What's the matter, little guy, look stunned, if I didn't blow it to you, the entire Magnolia Continent couldn't find a second undead index better than me......" Seisler smirked.

Luo Lan suddenly threw Sethler's Sanctuary Undead Index to the ground, turned around and ran out of the cave.

This pattern is very similar to what he saw in the wrap skin of Captain Hooknose Slayer.

"My Sanctuary-level Index of the Undead." Watching Luo Lan throw it to the ground, Seisler's cheeks twitched in distress, and he didn't care about his eight-hundred-year-old age, just like a young man, he pounced forward, snatching it in his hand before landing on the ground in a hungry dog posture to grab food.

"Thankfully, it didn't fall to the ground." Seisler carefully inspected it until it was confirmed that there was no damage, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent dust on it, and hurriedly put it into the spatial ring.

Only then did he raise his head, point to the entrance of the cave, and scolded: "Luo Lan, you bastard...... Egg. ”

"Master Seasler, what do you say!" Before Cessler could utter the last word, Luo Lan rushed back like a gust of wind, and came in with the monster fur he had received from the Captain of the Hooknose Slayer.

"This is ......" Seisler's gaze was immediately attracted by what was in Luo Lan's hand, and he pointed with his hand with an expression of disbelief.