The images of the blue wolf, the white deer or the golden eagle are placed in a variety of paintings, both complex and simple, but the crowds, flames, rivers or monsters are the most common decorations...... That is to praise the life of every supreme shaman, and at the bottom, there will be a rune, although Edward does not know it, but he can roughly see that it is the name - the paragraphs are long and short, but there are only five runes at most, and the most paragraphs are only four lines, obviously except for the name, there will be no such pattern.

If there is a pattern, you can guess.

"First of all, how was the location of each mausoleum determined?"

His gaze turned around him, spreading in a circle, whispering to himself at the tip of the distant rock that had turned into a blur of gray shadows.

In fact, it may not be difficult to speculate - because those closer mausoleums are a little low in scale, and time has left indelible traces of weathering at the tip of the tombstone, and back on the totem pole, less than half a distance from the bottom, it is just a blank.

The blank space is reserved for latecomers, and the order of time is naturally top-down, and the position of comprehension is centered on this stone pillar, arranged in a radial circle from the inside to the outside, because the number of the closest group of mausoleums is eight, and then extends to ten, twelve, fourteen, and the ingenuity is that if you look from the direction of the picture, the tips of those mausoleums will appear in the center of the field of vision, and the seemingly scattered layout is actually with a simple and precise law!

"Next, it's our protagonist......"

Edward raised an eyebrow. Simple counting.

If the eight tombs of the first ring are the first and second generations of great shamans, then by this example, the great shaman who lived hundreds of years ago will not be too high from the ground. After a careful search, he had already seen an obvious defect on the smoky quartz stele.

There was a smooth, untraced smoky quartz that looked like a flat blank, but it wasn't the lowest end, and the ten pieces of smoky quartz around it were all carved with patterns.

That's him, right?

But when I looked in that direction, there was no trace of the mausoleum...... Even as if it was dodging, there was a blank space at the subtle angle in that direction, and the position of the several rings of reliefs below did not know whether consciously or unconsciously, avoiding this direction!

The spirit's fingers touched the plane slightly, and Edward's eyes flashed with silver.

Countless voices came from his fingers and rushed into the minds of the spirits, like a turbulent river where pictures and sounds converged, Edward looked closely, narrowed the scope a little bit, and finally found a little trace from it-"Your name will be drowned in death, your deeds will be wiped out, you will be sealed under the bottom forever, you ......"

It seems that it is really more troublesome.

The shaman's tombs are built as high as the forest, and the scale of the underground is unknown, and his current body can pass through many ordinary obstacles, but it will take a lot of effort - if it is other magical items, he can find it through the fluctuations of magic power, but the royal power, even the vision of divine power cannot find its trace.

It was one of the few virtues of kingship that Edward admired the most—though it was completely undermined by Pandorian Ryan's provocative, blockade of the plane. But it is undoubtedly a kind of wisdom to disguise oneself, to show oneself, not to attract the attention of the enemy before attaining absolute power.

However, when hostile, this trait is very unpleasant.

I hope the scope of the cemetery is not very large.

"Get out of here, intruder. ”

Good wishes flashed through my heart, but then they were overshadowed by a voice...... Edward sighed softly and lifted his gaze, and saw the gray-brown figure rising from the ground.

Actually, he is not grayish-brown...... The grayish-brown was just a color of mud mixed over the pale bones— Of course, this is just a simple statement, in fact, there may not be much dirt, those rotten and sticky mixed with the mud in a qiē no longer know what it is, they continue to peel off from him as this body rises, so that the extremely tattered robe nested in this withered body spreads in the wind, but the thing that I don't know hundreds of years ago has long been weathered into tatters, out of shape, and can only be seen from the decoration of some animal teeth that it is a shaman's robe,

He kept dropping the 'scum' and flew towards Edward, knowing that he reached out to remove a piece of the broken hood from his head as he approached, only to tear off something that had stuck to his face - a papyrus-like skin, flying away with some dirt and carrion, revealing the white skeleton beneath it.

He tilted his head and pointed his carrion eye socket at Edward, two spots of black-green sheen flashing deep in the socket, and repeated.

"Get out of here, intruder. ”

The voice was dry, hoarse, but with a strange echo - just as Edward's attention was focused on the zombie, three other similar bodies rose into the air from the forest beneath their feet, green and black flames of negative energy burning violently in their chests and cranial cavities. However, there seemed to be some kind of vague and subtle connection between them, forming an irregular quadrangular pyramid with him in the air, enveloping the space around Edward in the void!

Not a lich.

The psychic sorcerer's mind fluttered slightly, but then calmed down—these things were closer to the corpse witch who bound the soul in the body, than to the high-level undead with great power and nimble minds...... If you think about it, if the shamans had been able to tolerate the existence of the undead, their organization would not have been so weak, but it might have been destroyed by the more powerful gods thousands of years ago.

The four skeletons let out a warning, and then four streaks of gray-green glow lit up from their stiffly outstretched arms.

Three dissociations, a cloud of death.

There is no incantation, no posture, although death deprives the undead of life, wisdom and a qiē, but it also gives them an affinity for negative energy that ordinary people cannot match, so that little bit of green mist quickly thickens and expands, rushing into the vague binding space, and the brilliance of the three dissociation techniques actually extended, drawing three intersecting half-arcs in the space!

Killed, intruder.

The thought came to the few remaining minds of the corpse witches. But in the next moment, their bodies suddenly shook in unison! Black and green fires of negative energy swelled violently, gushing out from between their jagged ribs! Even dyeing those dry bones into a forest of green and making a noise...... But in the next moment, the heads and upper bodies of these undead had already begun to squeak and twist, swell, and suddenly burst open and scattered!

The tiny bones flew like fountains in all directions, turning into even finer powders in the air, leaving behind only pieces of fire-like turquoise shards where the undead had been standing!

It was a second-order spiritual energy of the Mind Transformation System, manipulating the air flow.

Although the corpse witch can be regarded as an extremely powerful existence among the undead, it is not a lich after all, the soul fire composed of negative energy exposed inside the body is something they can't hide, a natural weakness - with the help of time plus, the four balls of air turbulence that exploded in an instant, the storm shattered this core, and their bodies composed of rotten bones naturally collapsed.

However, the person who caused this qiē did not appear to be happy, he raised his head and glanced at the qiē around him slightly—there was nothing, but in his silver eyes, there seemed to be several vague shadows, which flashed in the space for a moment and disappeared. Is it just the remnants of the energy in this mausoleum that resurrect these shamans, but beneath this seemingly simple exterior, there seems to be something extremely strange hidden.

Or, is it just an illusion of your own?

......

"With three against one, I lost like this...... It's ugly, Nubien. ”

Beyond the endless space, in a corner of the multiverse, a voice spoke.

The woman's voice with a hint of indifference was clear and sweet, even if she was sneering, it was quite tempting. But the voice that responded to her was not at all softened by this—almost the entire space trembled as it vibrated by the sound containing divine power.

"That kind of damn shaman has too few divine magic channels mastered! The high-level divine arts can't be used at all, and I can't even use the magic magic to increase their strength!

"I sue you?

The goddess of darkness stood still in the darkness, revealing only a beautiful, but extraordinarily pale face, just a pair of beautiful eyes, without pupils or sclera, as deep as a black hole, making the smile on this countenance even more full of mockery. "No one would think you could defeat it with a zombie...... But how could it be a simple zombie? What do you think the zombie would do when its appearance faded to reveal the pure and immaculate soul of a girl within? Do you think he'll take it seriously?"

Bellena's voice raised slightly, but the scathing taunt was more than a hundred times thicker: "Lion God...... Sure enough, it's just animals to keep you, I really don't know why that guy Sivanus wants to keep you!Or does he just want to have a pet?"

The mockery was strangely vicious, but the god of the lion-headed man only snorted coldly:

"Yes, Lady Bellena, I'm actually just a lucky mortal, and I've only occasionally gained a little divine power and died. But I've heard that Your Majesty was once a supreme and glorious god, and why, such three layers of intrigue and intrigue didn't make your position more secure, did it?"

"What did you say?"

"Stop, do we have time to waste?"

The half-dimensional world was trembling, burning with the wrath of the two gods, but fortunately, a slender hand had already appeared in the eyes of the two gods before this 'divine war' really began. Let the confrontation between the two gods ease a little - of course, the so-called exhortation is never meaningful to the gods, and the reason why the war has ceased is only because it prevents the existence of this 'war', and it is the same deity.

The moonlight swayed from the cloudless sky of the other world, but at this moment, it was completely concentrated on her body, the sparkling light and shadow like a tide, endowed this goddess with a magnificent power, the relatively petite elf body, in this moonlight plated with a layer of bright silver, although it was just a misty halo, but the grand power in it was enough to suppress the two male and female gods who were staring at each other: "Your Majesty Bellena, according to your method, there is really a way to prevent him from getting ...... That thing?"

"No, you can't. The Dark Lady's reply, unexpectedly crisp, said, "I can only delay the time it takes for him to get it, but with this time, we can regain the initiative." ”

"Expanding the space, adding more puzzles, can it really stall for time?" he was afraid that he would soon be skeptical. ”

"Ahhh......h But I've been working with him for a long time, and watching him grow step by step into what he is now, I naturally know what kind of brush he has...... He likes mysteries, he loves challenges, and he's overconfident about it, which is why I do it this way. ”

The Dark Goddess's smile moved slightly, slowly turning from mockery to cold cruelty: "However, this time we have seized the opportunity, as long as we grasp his weakness, he will inevitably have to retreat, give us plenty of time! ”

This passage caused several gods to fall into a brief silence, each of which seemed to be pondering the feasibility of this plan, but in the end, it was a somewhat timid, but beautiful voice like spring water: "So I built yì, it's better not to do that kind of thing, otherwise, he will ignore it." If we can't stop him, how are we going to deal with ourselves? And even if he gets the shard, he doesn't necessarily really charge us again, right? He seems to have gotten a piece before, but he's just sealed it?"

Although the god who spoke called it 'her Jianyì', in fact, at this moment, the subconscious reaction of all the gods who heard this passage was, "What kind of building is this?"

"What do you mean, Idas?" the three gods asked

"Are you going to be his again...... Slave?"

If that person is in control of the throne again, then the gods here will face a huge problem of freedom - as a god, they will have to be checked and balanced by a human being, and even killed and killed, and the result can be described as more than a simple shame. Even they don't know how long this kind of day will last, and it is very likely that the result will be ruined together. So, in any case, having been given the opportunity to regain their freedom, they would never allow themselves to return to that cage again.

Gazing at the four groups of eyes of her companions, Cun Zài, who made a voice, paused slightly, but then, she seemed to muster up her courage: "This human way of thinking seems to have always been very strange, he seems to follow some rules of this world, but he can destroy them for some things, and he also has the ability to break them completely...... If there really is...... There was a time when he went crazy without restraint, and we could really have expected the problems he had caused to be dangerous? That might even be ruining the world......

She sighed and lowered her thick eyelashes: "Compared to the crisis of this world being ruined, I still prefer that he doesn't go crazy...... As for being accused by him, if you don't have a choice, there's nothing wrong with it, anyway, it's much easier and more interesting than being a god yourself,"

"You're crazy!"

"If that's the case, even if we're really free, how long can we be free?" the Lion God hesitated for a moment, and suddenly sighed: "In fact, if we return to the Father of the Oak now, he will most likely use us to replenish his lost divine power, do you think we have any choice in that case? And you two majesty...... Do you really think you can find a better place to hide from Rose?"

"Ahem. ”

Elistra coughed lightly, "Now is not the time for us to discuss these things, what we have to think about now is how to prevent him from getting that piece of royal power." ”

No, that stupid mortal can't hear us at all, and unless he uses his psychic spells, there's no way we can command him anymore.

How do I know how that Tangus is connected to his followers? The universal method doesn't work at all!And now with that guy back on the main material plane, it seems that Pandorian Ryan's power is starting to increase again.

That's just your delusion, otherwise we would have been accused by him again a long time ago, I can feel that the aura that belongs to Pan Duo Ryan on this guy is extremely weak, and it is very weird, and his connection with that ancient evil creature must have been completely broken.

So what are you worried about, will he choose to be controlled by that ancient evil thing again?

He's just a human after all, so it's not surprising what kind of choice he makes, isn't it?r1152

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