"You sit in the center of the magic array, integrate your spiritual power into the index of the undead, and no matter what happens, you just need to let your spiritual power follow the guidance of the index of the dead."

Luo Lan obeyed Sesler's arrangement and immersed his spiritual power in the god-level undead index, and suddenly felt that his spiritual power was wrapped in a strange aura, which was full of dead silence and desolate aura, which was extremely similar to the aura of the underworld he felt.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable, don't be nervous, this is a disguise made by the god-level undead index to your soul. Usually only the dead will enter the underworld, this is the rule of heaven and earth, and no one can stop it. If we necromancers want to enter the underworld, we can only disguise our souls through the Index of the Undead. ”

"Disguising the soul is only the first step, and then we will proceed to the second step, which is also the most crucial step, activate the magic circle on the god-level undead index, it will carry your soul to the underworld."

Luo Lan's soul had reached the seventh level of magician, much more powerful than ordinary people, and as the lines on the undead index were activated, his body was immediately filled with undead aura.

……

The realm of the undead.

The sky was reckless, and the dark clouds covered the earth, and sometimes silver lightning flashed in the black clouds, rushing to the dragons to shuttle among them.

It's a barren plain full of undead creatures, including the largest number of skeletons, filthy and disgusting zombies, ethereal and translucent ghosts, imposing black knights, and eerie corpses and witches, all of which are hierarchical.

There are weak and powerful undead who reach the Sanctuary.

In a water source gathering place, a large number of corpse demons gathered here, and one of them, a humanoid corpse demon more than three meters tall, opened its eyes, revealing human emotions in its eyes.

"This is the underworld!" Luo Lan's soul was possessed by this corpse demon, and his eyes looked around curiously.

Not far away, there are several huge trees like white bones, close to the water source, there are some blood-colored weeds growing scattered, and there are several corpse demons of different appearances lying around, all exuding different strengths and weaknesses.

Luo Lan felt the momentum on his body a little, at the beginning of the seventh level, it was completely consistent with his soul strength.

"Isn't that a novelty?" Suddenly, a corpse demon similar to a crocodile next to him came out of the water and came to Luo Lan.

"You're Seisler?" The corpse demon possessed by Luo Lan raised his finger and pointed at the crocodile.

"Yes, it's me!" Seisler wagged his tail, shook off the mud covering his body, and said a little unsatisfactory: "The undead index that the two of us got are from the corpse demon, so we can only choose the corpse demon when we possess it, my luck is relatively poor, this time it is a corpse crocodile that is possessed." ”

"Can't we choose who we possess?" Luo Lan asked puzzled.

"Of course you can, but you can only choose those undead who have been recovered by you and signed a contract, the first inheritor does not have his own contract undead, so the first time can only be randomly assigned, your luck is good, possessed by a humanoid corpse." Seisler said with a sour sourness.

"Hey, how come the momentum on your body is only in the middle of the ninth level." Luo Lan suddenly looked at Seisler in surprise.

Luo Lan had felt the strength of Seisler's soul, and he had definitely reached the peak of a ninth-level magician.

"Only the god-level undead index can be without loss, and the soul of the necromancer can be completely transmitted, the sanctuary-level undead index will suppress a small level, and the ninth-level undead index will be suppressed by two. Now will you regret indexing me with god-level undead? Seisler asked.

There is such a thing, why didn't you say it earlier.

It's all at this time, and if he turns his face and denies it, Luo Lan can't do such a shameless thing. Although his heart was dripping blood, Luo Lan pretended to be indifferent and said: "I always mean what I say, since I promised you, I will definitely give it to you." ”

"Then thank you, I'm eight hundred years old, but I haven't touched the threshold of the Holy Domain, I don't have much time left, maybe the god-level undead index can help me break through, so please don't blame me for not telling you just now." Seysler said sincerely.

"If I haven't broken through by the time I die, this god-level undead index, I will return it to you."

Yes, the meat bun beat the dog and never returned, and it is recorded in the original book that this guy Seisler will definitely be able to break through to the Holy Domain.

"Forget it, anyway, the god-level undead index is also picked up for nothing, and in exchange for cultivating undead magic, no matter how you look at it, it will be earned." Luo Lan comforted himself.

……

Qingyun Town is a small town on the periphery of the Warcraft Mountain Range, and the town is nearly a hundred kilometers away from Finlay City. The only tavern in the town is home to a large number of mercenaries and adventurers, and it is the only place where you can relax within a radius of dozens of miles.

In the tavern, the leaky-clad warbler writhed her energetic body on the central stage, leaking out sensitive points one after another, attracting the screams of drunken mercenaries and adventurers.

In such an environment, even the most stingy person on weekdays can't help but pull out gold coins.

There were all kinds of carriages outside the tavern door, and young Ryan was brushing the horse's hair, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the tavern, and from time to time his tongue licked his lips, even the cheapest glass of oat wine was incomparably tempting to him at the bottom of the Storm Bear mercenary group.

"Damn, why do they all go drinking and want us to pack up the wagon here?" Watching his companions sip wine and dance one by one, Ryan angrily threw down the brush in his hand and complained to Polk next to him.

Pock, a veteran mercenary with decades of experience, has experienced too many storms and has a gray beard.

"What's the matter, little Ryan, complaining again!" Poke laughed, such a whining, he had complained countless times when he was young, and he understood this feeling very well.

"We are all members of the mercenary group, why can we only be grooms?" Little Ryan looked unwilling.

"What's wrong with the groom, you don't have to fight with the monsters, you only need to transport the prey to get the gold coins. As long as you save enough money, you can go back to the countryside to buy a manor and marry a beautiful wife. Old Polk said with a smug face.

"It's not good at all, it's boring."

For a hot-blooded guy, this kind of work similar to stability is simply a kind of torture for him. He would rather die bravely fighting the monster than die in his bed without accomplishing anything.

"Little one, you're still too young." Old Polk chuckled.

Perhaps as he grows older, he will gradually understand that only living is the best.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Hey, what's that sound?" Little Ryan pricked up his ears and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.

The voice was thick and steady, like a drumbeat that stepped into Little Ryan's heart.

"Old Pock, look, what's that?" Little Ryan suddenly pointed in the direction of the Demon Beast Mountain Range and shouted excitedly.