Chapter 382: The Transformation of the Butterfly, the Wound of the Ancestral Spirit

Boom!"

Countless ancient memories, with the flutter of this blue-striped golden-winged butterfly, flooded into my mind like a tide. 【】

However, this feeling only lasted for a short time, and I lost control of the underworld phantom butterfly, which seemed to completely melt into the girl's soul.

"I see!"

I didn't take it back, and smiled thoughtfully, because the change was so funny. The second underworld phantom butterfly also found the same soul that belonged to the girl, these demon spirits from the underworld, they were not interested in other souls, only the soul of the girl with a pure and beautiful appearance and a flawless body would become the object of their stay.

Those souls who had a lot of relationship with the girls before their deaths grabbed at the void angrily, but these demonic butterflies still fluttered, and they were not afraid of these pure souls who scattered the aura that only the living could have. When the thirty-third Underworld Phantom Butterfly pounced on the soul of the last girl who met their criteria, I issued a recall order, and after receiving the order to return to the team, all the Underworld Phantom Butterflies converged into a long river of colors, and demonstrations generally passed through these angry souls.

There was a glimmer of aura in the souls of those pure maidens, weaving a cocoon of light, I already roughly understood what was happening, and I didn't care about this change, all the praying souls in the flat-topped pyramid, all panicked angry cries, floating around the pyramid, circling around the mutated maidens, losing the prayers of the souls, the blue light on the spire gradually extinguished, and the night passed quickly.

Although after the cultivation of Alcatraz Island, even the physical strength of an ordinary adventurer can go three days and three nights without sleeping, after all, a little fatigue is inevitable. Except for a few of our leading ones, there was little impact. The twenty members of the reclamation group all put away their guards and went about their work.

The wolf king also saw the image of the underworld phantom butterfly transmitting back, and the first thing he did when he got up was to ask, "What's wrong with those little butterflies of yours?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "The Underworld Phantom Butterfly is not the same as its counterparts on Earth. They will continue to metamorphose throughout their lives, and each metamorphosis will make their abilities leap to a higher level. These underworld butterflies have found a home. Soon my Phantherworld Phantom Butterflies will be resurrected, but their metamorphosis is very dangerous, and I don't know how many of them will survive. ”

There was no sound in the flat-topped pyramid, and it seemed that those souls should have fallen asleep again, and I said to the Wolf King and Yatsui Zhenfu, "I'm going to retrieve those underworld phantom butterflies, you should make all preparations first." For the time being, we don't have the strength to explore this ruins on a large scale, and whatever treasures there are here, we will have to establish ourselves before we can dig them. ”

The wolf king whistled and said, "Then listen to you, we will go out first." Wang Lin, you should keep up as soon as possible. ”

Yesterday's change dispelled the idea of staying a few more days, we are all veteran adventurers, and we will not be as frizzy as a tender bird, and I believe that when Alcatraz's follow-up assistance catches up. It's frequented by these Jedi guys who are used to the Jedi, but no one wants to stay right now.

I stepped into the nearest flat-topped pyramid by myself, following the last images sent back by the Phantom Butterflies of the Underworld. Go find the souls of the girls who have formed a cocoon of light. This work is hard, I have to find it layer by layer, but fortunately, the light cocoons formed are erected above the bluestone coffin, and I quickly found one.

"Barbara Mill, nice name. This girl, your soul has not been able to rest in this mausoleum for thousands of years, and you have to work hard every night to offer prayers for those minarets, and I am on the orders of the Western Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva to liberate you completely. Eternal rest, poor girl. ”

I folded my hands and bowed. The deceased is the greatest, not to mention that this girl has been dead for an unknown number of years. In terms of age, I can be more than my grandmother, which can be regarded as respecting my elders.

When I held the light cocoon on the bluestone coffin with both hands, I heard a slight shaking from more than a dozen coffins nearby, and it was obvious that the residents inside were very restless. However, these are peaceful deceased, there is no resentment in life, can not turn into the dead, these people are worshipped by the descendants, praying every night to provide abundant energy for the descendants, this model is a bit like ancient China, the ancestral hall for the ancestors, so that the heroic spirits of the ancestors to bless the future generations.

In this way, the ancestral spirits are very powerful, and the older they are, the stronger the aura they accumulate, and the necromancy cannot use these ancestral spirits. They have a very strong sense of vernacularity, and their protection for their offspring has reached a very strong level, which is why they are very resentful of me for offending their relatives.

Fortunately, it is daytime, and they can only shake the bluestone coffin to express their dissatisfaction, and they cannot manifest, but even if these ancestral spirits appear, I am not afraid. As a master of necromancy, although ancestral spirits cannot be used by necromancy, there are still many ways to restrain them.

Pulling out a space card, I put the light cocoon into it and whispered, "I will take good care of this girl, as my adventurous companion, and every time I return to this ancient city, I will come to visit you with her." ”

_Brothers, sisters-in-law, sisters. These ancestral spirits are very reluctant to let this girl who died young, but I have been polite enough, and it does not mean that I am a person who drags mud and water.

Bowing slightly, I was about to leave, when suddenly a bluestone coffin made a loud shock, and the one that was pulled was slowly opened as if it was pushed open by an invisible hand.

"Oh, do you want me to bring something she liked when she was alive? ”

This girl must be very favored, and there are many funerary goods in the coffin, and I will not take any of the gold, silver, and jewelry, which will be of no more value to me than gravel. He only took out Barbara's favorite magic wand and closed the sarcophagus with his own hands.

This kind of behavior, although it is more humane, but it is very delayed, when I get the last light cocoon formed by the underworld phantom butterfly, the wolf king and they have already piloted Elam and flew out of this forest.