Countless experiences have already told people that there is usually a lot of price to pay for finding something to do.

Ten hourglasses had passed quietly, but Edward still felt a little weak in his body, at least his psoas muscles were a little sore...... Cecilia, a cunning girl, seems to have completely regarded transformation as a special means, and the abundant body lì after beasticulture, the recovery force, and the squeezing force of the wonderful and tight mucous membrane made it quite difficult for Edward to deal with.

Fortunately, today's events do not require any physical strength, and sufficient sleep after fatigue can make the mental energy be greatly replenished. Whether it is the reaction speed or the subtle manipulation of psionic energy, it is very handy. So Edward didn't really care about the slightest bit of physical exertion - after all, after a few moments, his body would fall into a deep sleep again, and get enough rest.

He raised his gaze and stared at the massive rock wall in front of him.

Around the rock wall, layers of magical light sources are lighting up, outlining the pale gray plane, which is a flat, but not very smooth rock formation, if combined with the large pillars carved with several shamanic images on both sides, it looks no different from the doors of some of the more formal places in the shaman temple, but its location is already a deep bottom under the temple- It is even very likely that it is no longer within the scope of the shamanic temple, because from the temple, the group walked for more than half an hourglass, although they did not use space-type spells, but they also used a speed close to running.

"Leader. We will begin to open the seal of this door. The three great shamans spoke in a low voice, and then took up the three directions directly in front of the door and on either side, and began to chant incantations in a low voice.

The spell is delivered in a tall space. Reentrant...... In the end, it was planned as a strange humming sound, and in an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of people were singing along with them, shaking the mountain wall and making a rumbling sound.

Edward's brow furrowed.

His gaze never left the mountain wall. Because he found that with his current visual ability, he was completely unable to see through the situation inside. Behind the rock wall, it was as if there was a black gas that swallowed a qiē light, enveloping all of it. Only faintly visible is the texture of the circle on the stone wall next to it - unlike the usual ring umbra circles, these circles are more similar to the totems used by shamans. And it's arranged vertically. Countless very fine little runes were pieced together into larger totemic patterns, from the blue wolf and white deer to the golden eagle and a few other runes that Edward didn't recognize......

A mountain wall with a height of more than 60 feet...... In terms of scale, it is enough to judge that the magic power contained in a magic array should be amazing...... But in fact, the fluctuation of the magic net here is unusually weak...... It seemed that all the energy was engulfed in by that huge, gradually fluctuating and thickening black shadow!

The darkness is fluctuating.

Or maybe it wasn't pure darkness, but something even more terrifying—a cold, deep death.

The psychic sorcerer's pupils contracted slightly, reflecting the tumbling around him. A juicy plane like asphalt or something...... It turned from virtual to real, and began to spread on the huge mountain wall. The result is an oval-shaped ...... Door.

Or is it just a habit of the mind to call it a door, a cave, a passage, a pipe...... Or something more eerie would be more appropriate for this darkness, it was deep, it was eerie, it seemed to absorb the light, but it was spewing something—in the air, out of the darkness, there seemed to be a faint layer of light and shadow slowly flowing outward......

It was a faint smoke-like existence, but it was condensed but not dispersed, spread out, flickering, covering all the qiē in this tall space, although it was just a layer of fine mist, but it seemed to swallow up the brilliance of magic, and even the color of the entire cave, so that all the qiē in the sight showed a strange black, white and gray dimness.

Negative energy.

It was a dense unspeakable death.

Edward sighed softly—the chanting that shook the space was slowly ceased, and the black door had been shaped, and in the deep shadows, it seemed that some darkness mixed with outlines, a little glitter, outlined a path in the rock wall.

"Leader, the door has been opened. ”

The three great shamans turned to salute, and Edward stepped forward—a luster on his body grew stronger, and by the time the second step out, it had already outlined a figure that was indistinguishable from his.

The stones on the ground slowly bulged out to form a broad will, and the human in the black burqa slowly sat in it, bowing his head slightly, as if asleep. And the luster that came out of his body walked forward, and stopped in the black cavern, and he stretched out his hand lightly, and touched the darkness, and a ring of ripples rippled from it.

"Sure enough, I don't accept the clone......"

The figure of light sighed softly.

It would have been nice to have that brainless white bat do it, but unfortunately, Edward himself had to do the work of exploring the catacombs in the end.

There's no other reason.,This damn bat only obeys Elena's orders alone.,Even if Elena orders it to obey Edward's orders.,She'll only tilt her head there and sell cute.,As for letting her explore the underground, don't even think about it.,It doesn't have the ability to think independently at all.,It belongs to the type where Elena orders her to move.,In addition to attacking,Guard,Stagnation,There's no way to understand more complex orders at all.,

With a sigh, Edward stepped into the darkness.

......

Darkness envelops most of the existence in the field of vision.

The Supreme Soul Chamber, which only the Supreme Shamans of the past generations could enter, was excavated in the very center of the Temple. However, unlike its name, which contains sublime and mysterious. It was really nothing more than a thirty-foot space, with nothing but the door to enter it, not even a shred of light......

Because shamans know. Only in a place where there is nothing can the soul be precipitated, sublimated, tortured and loyal.

However, in this deep darkness, there is a little light.

The light came from a skin of an animal, on which runes flickered, dimming after a breath. But before that, two or three new runes would brighten up, illuminating the small space above them. Until the last rune is extinguished. All the runes on the entire scroll also brightened up for a moment, and the colorful luster outlined the old face of the supreme shaman. Looking at the animal skin in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction. Then keep it on your hand. There were already more than a dozen of those things stacked there.

For the will of the leader!

He whispered, his eyes flashing with light, and grabbed another hide.

The old man's nose fluttered, and he gasped heavily, the scroll was never just painting and writing, as ordinary people thought, and the light that flashed in every rune was a fragment of divine power, originating from his soul. Even for a great shaman. Writing a dozen fifth-order divine scrolls in a row was also a heavy burden. He could almost hear the sound of his own blood running, thumping his forehead.

He didn't care, reverence and excitement burned in his chest, and Gu urged his old heart, and the burning heat made him feel like he was back to when he was twenty, so strong, so powerful. At that time, he used to wander the grasslands for three days and three nights without sleep, looking for a herd of demonized bison, and eventually defeated them, using their horns in exchange for his qualifications as a shaman......

My mind broke suddenly.

The touch of a tiny knot on the animal's skin startled him! But it was too late, he used too much force because of his excitement, and this small obstacle made the rune stroke bend here!

So the great shaman didn't hesitate to throw that thing away, and watched it explode on the outer wall, shining brightly!

It's really old.

The old man shook his head slightly, the mistake was like a block of ice stuffed into his zeal, cooling it down a lot, and he sighed as the rising light spun meaninglessly, wrapping around him, but then vanished. Then reach for the next hide.

But the action stopped.

He stiffened...... Layers of light slowly expanded from his body, and a faint silver color faded in his wide, cloudy eyes. The old man suddenly inhaled as if he had woken up from his sleep, and then shook his head dazedly.

He heard a voice

"You met him?"

It was a deep voice, but gentle.

It was only the moment he heard this voice that the great shaman was already trembling like thunder.

It was the voice of the god of the mountains!

He was sure that with that voice, the majesty that only the gods possessed also descended in this small space in an instant, and the incomparably deep majesty enveloped his soul, making him seem to sink into the deepest underground, just like he had experienced dozens of times when the gods came.

However, there was not a time when he heard a voice.

The gifts of the gods to the mundane have never been based on feelings...... Although shamans call themselves 'servants of the gods', in fact, their relationship with the gods of the mountains is far weaker than the relationship between masters and slaves among human beings...... In the eighty-four years of serving the god of the mountain, it was the first time he had heard the god's voice so clearly......

God's grace is like the sea, and there is no need to speculate and let alone question.

However, even if the question was so clear and unambiguous, the Great Shaman found himself unable to answer it, and he could not guess what the question the gods were asking meant - who had they met?

And apparently, the gods were not interested in hearing his answer.

In his mind, all the memories were constantly flowing and being flipped through...... Eventually, he understood the meaning of the question...... The man he was still calling 'the leader' and fanatically wanted to be loyal to and be praised. The young outlander, the man who ordered him to make a scroll of psychic here, the ......

Accusation of his people.

The Supreme Shaman felt that his heartbeat had stopped completely at this moment. He could barely tell what kind of stupidity he had done—that man must have used some kind of spell to control him, and he was manipulated like a puppet!

A wave of shame welled up in his heart, then replaced by intense anger, but soon, all the qiē was surrounded by fear.

As the spokesperson of the god of the mountain on the earth, the most loyal servant of the gods, he was confused by a human and made many transgressions. He even ordered the opening of the gates of the ancestral tombs...... It's not just ridiculous, it's stupid, it's sad. It is also an unforgivable sin!

"I ......"

He opened his mouth, and for a moment realized that he could almost only apologize for his sins with death, only to realize that if he died like this, it would lead to an even greater disaster—that human might ...... No, you must have entered the ancestral tomb at this moment. If not enough kuài stop his actions. Then it is undoubtedly a greater blasphemy against the gods!

How to say?

The old man's brain was boiling and rolling, but this kind of activity only made his speech more scattered, and he could only kneel on the ground, lying on his stomach, but unable to say a word.

"He's back......"

Another voice sighed softly.

The great shaman's body, kneeling on the ground, moved again, because this time. He heard something else...... It was no longer a strong and deep male voice, but a woman's voice. Gentle and clear, like the tinkling of spring water. The great shaman was amazed, but the surprise disappeared immediately, because just listening to the sound filled the whole body with a feeling of comfort, as if you were on a summer afternoon meadow, bathed in the warm sun.

There are countless incarnations of God, so there is nothing to question whether it is male or female.

But then, a completely different voice.

"It's really haunting...... Why is he still alive?"

It was also a woman's voice, even in a vicious curse, it was just as clear and tactful, but there was an indescribable indifference in that voice, which sent chills down the hearts of those who heard it, not as bitterly cold as freezing, but just a kind of depression, like the dense darkness around it!

"You haven't seen this man, you just know that you've been charged, and you're going to listen to him, but now, you have to go to that mausoleum right now. Got it? And then, be ready to do our bidding. ”

This time, it was a different female voice, only with a deeper majesty than the previous ones, making it almost impossible for the shaman to breathe.

"Yes, my majesty. ”

He stood up, took a few deep breaths, sent the shock and doubt out of his head, and pushed the door open, leaving only the space that gradually dimmed and sank into darkness.

......

The space in the darkness is not very different from what I imagined.

Edward squinted slightly, glancing at a qiē in his field of vision.

For him, this deep darkness is not much different from the midday sun. The light traced angular lines in his pupils—on either side of the stone walls, in the cascading cavities of one foot high and two feet wide, there were gray-black objects wrapped in linen. Along the polished and smooth corridor on the ground, it extends to the end of the field of vision, but in every hollow, there is a more or less, subtle gray luster.

Gusts of wind swirled and rattled through the hollows, occasionally stirring the enveloped forms that had sunk into darkness, and the decay had slowly broken through the delicate imitations, revealing the dead bodies that had dried up beneath them, and the mottled, brownish bones as they went, silently showing the remnants of the years, only the slow flickering luster of those magical objects, allowing those who came after them to imagine the glory they had enjoyed in their lifetimes.

But time is like water, and the glory of the past cannot escape the rules of death and destruction.

Looking beyond the light and shadow that flickered in his vision, Edward found himself suddenly feeling unwell.

Of course, he wasn't afraid of soulless corpses, but now, he was a little too slow. Although the nature of being a ghost made flying an instinct, his speed was greatly affected, and a passage that was only about three hundred feet long took him nearly half a minute. Although it is not full strength, this is really uncomfortable for him, not to mention the depression around him, which will magnify the feeling of frustration and failure in his heart

Or maybe it's lucky, only the still quiet Yongdao.

There was not the slightest mistake in the information obtained from the memories of the great shamans, and the lines of magic on the ground were almost as clear as a beacon, so he slowly floated through the passages until he went down to the fifth floor, and still did not encounter the slightest disturbance.

The goal is already close.

The mausoleums of shamans, only shamans who can perform third-order magic and officially obtain shaman qualifications are eligible to be buried here, and the last journey to the level of the great shaman is only the sixth layer, and as the level increases, the size of the cemetery is also decreasing - when flying down the stairs of the fifth layer, a thick and huge doorway, at the end of the final passage, has been clearly visible. (To be continued......)