Chapter 356 Soul-Calling Monument

After a day's rest, people began to take action and continued walking deeper into the underground tomb. The major forces walked in front, and the mercenaries and adventurers followed closely. Even some injured guys struggled to follow.

The underground mausoleum is dangerous and unpredictable. No one knows if any undead will come in after the major forces leave. The dark door allows entry but does not allow exit. There is no way out. There is still a glimmer of hope if you go forward.

If you stay still, you will probably have to wait for death!

Opposite the square, there is an equally dark gate. According to the memory of Scorpion King Imote, you can only truly enter the outskirts of the underground tomb after stepping through it.

The periphery of the underground mausoleum is similar to the underground city in the Valenya Volcanic Valley. The sky is gray, the air is turbid, and the air is filled with a mysterious and depressing energy fluctuation. Looking at it, they are all rolling hills, which cannot be seen at a glance.

The end.

After walking out of the square and arriving at the hilly area, the major forces dispersed in unison, each finding a direction to move forward. The mercenaries and adventurers who followed them deliberated for a moment before splitting up, some following the powerful Holy See.

Some of them follow the powerful Dark Association from afar, while some form teams and act alone, hoping to find some treasure...

"Lord, do you think, which direction is more suitable for us to go?" Looking at the hills with no end in sight, Evelin asked Yang Ling for his opinion.

"Well... I heard that you can enter the real underground tomb by walking all the way east! However, I still have some things to deal with. You go first. If you encounter any trouble, just crush this crystal and I will know.

Your location." After pondering for a moment, Yang Ling took out an improved 'dolphin sound' witch talisman from the space ring and handed it to the slim mermaid Evelin.

Initially, witchcraft symbols such as 'Dolphin Sound' and 'Hangtian Lei' required witchcraft power to be used, but after a long period of exploration, he successfully refined a batch of improved witchcraft symbols that could be used by inputting magic power or fighting spirit.

.Although the power has been reduced, there is no problem in being used to report messages and call for help from a distance.

With Scorpion King Imote, the former underground tomb guard, he certainly knows where the real entrance to the underground tomb is. However, rushing in without sufficient preparation will only lead to death.

Building a teleportation magic circle, collecting valuable items outside the underground tomb, and trying to secretly attack the Holy See army... all of this needs to be done in secret, and it is impossible to act with Evelin and her party.

"This is a conch shell. Just blow it hard and we can know the direction you are in. There are few of you, so be careful on the road!"

Seeing that Yang Ling was unwilling to act together, Evelin was obviously a little disappointed. She took the witch talisman from Yang Ling's hand and gently put it into her arms and hid it close to her body. She handed Yang Ling a conch that was used as a messenger by the Sea Clan. Then she led her clan members all the way to

Dong strode away, and soon the graceful figure disappeared behind a hillside.

"Sir, this watery mermaid is nice, but unfortunately, her butt is still a bit small!" Seeing Yang Ling carefully playing with the spiral conch left by Evelin, the Corpse Witch King smiled.

"Hey, Rodriguez, don't be anxious. If you meet a woman with a big butt one day, we will definitely find a way to help you stay!" Looking at the lustful Corpse Witch King, Yang Ling shook his head and learned his lesson again.

This old pervert has a unique aesthetic view, "Seize the time to build a teleportation magic circle nearby and summon your undead army. Don't keep thinking about other people's big butts!"

"Call out the army of the undead?" The Corpse Witch King hesitated a little and looked at Yang Ling doubtfully, "Sir, what do you mean..."

"Hey, the underground mausoleum is so big. If you don't play with those guys from the Holy See, you would be really sorry for yourself!" Looking at the direction in which the Holy See was going, Yang Ling smiled, paused and then continued: "Rodriguez, continue.

Come down and be the guard of the undead in the underground tomb for a few days. You should know exactly what to do, just keep your hands and feet clean!"

"Gah ga ga, okay, I like this idea!" Corpse Witch King said clearly and quickly understood what Yang Ling meant.

The underground tombs are lifeless, with zombies, mummies and other undead souls emerging one after another. For ordinary people, this is a dangerous place that cannot be stayed for a long time, but for the Corpse Witch King, this is a rare and good place.

The gray sky, the dull and depressing feeling, the turbid air, the omnipresent aura of death and the undead... made him feel like he had returned to the plane of the undead, and he was able to use undead magic like a fish in water.

After building a teleportation magic circle near the exit of the square and setting up prohibitive protection to ensure a safe retreat, Yang Ling led the Black Dragon King, Scorpion King Imote and other five witch guards to stride away and collect valuable items from around the underground tomb.

According to the plan, the Corpse Witch King will act alone as an underground mausoleum guard, leading the zombies, skeletons and dead knights he summoned to track down the Holy See's army, trying every means to weaken the opponent's strength and kill the opponent's elite.

Elder Brown, who led the army step by step and moved cautiously, had no idea how stupid this action was! Forget about looking for the portal to the underground tomb, the mission of trying to capture Yang Ling back to the Holy City and torture him to extract a confession brought them trouble.

Big trouble and disaster!

Under the guidance of the Scorpion King Imote, Yang Ling led the five witch guards to a zombie valley more than ten miles away. There was a mysterious jade monument there. For thousands of years, Imote could not find it despite approaching it several times.

Opportunity to strike; now that Zombie King Hartings is dead, he will naturally not miss the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Everyone acted quickly and soon arrived at the gloomy Zombie Valley after killing several groups of zombies and mummies blocking the way.

The Zombie Valley is long, narrow and deep, with no end in sight. There are zombies walking around from time to time. The sky above the valley is shrouded in cloud-like black air, which gathers and disperses, like a coiled snake that keeps squirming.

Ouch...

After feeling the breath of a stranger, a group of zombies raised their heads and roared, and rushed over madly. The leader was nearly three meters tall, with his naked upper body covered with scars. He was holding a heavy dark iron spear, and the head of the spear was fighting.

A circle of red light emits under the blessing. Obviously, he was a powerful high-level warrior or knight during his lifetime.

"Huh, looking for death!"

After snorting coldly, the Black Dragon King took the lead and turned into a black dragon and pounced forward with a 'whoosh' sound. He opened his mouth and blew out a breath of dragon breath. Then, he sprayed out streaks of flames that reached the sky.

Under his attack, the zombies were burned and screamed. Some were burned to pieces, some were burned to coke, and some were even burned to ashes!

"Ah..., the sinners who broke into the mausoleum, go to hell!" After the fire, the giant zombie that was burnt to charcoal jumped up like lightning, and rushed towards Yang Ling not far away with a dark iron spear, bloodthirsty

His eyes were red.

The giant zombie was very fast, but when the sharp spear was only half a step away from Yang Ling, it could no longer move forward an inch. It was frozen into a hard ice sculpture by the purple rat ice lying on Yang Ling's left shoulder.

"Hehe, the little guy did a good job!" Looking at the giant zombie that was instantly frozen and unable to move, Yang Ling smiled with satisfaction, knocked the purple rat Bingbing's little head and strode forward without moving anything in the way.

Zombies take it seriously.

The Crystal Skull's undead roar and soul-stirring light waves directly attack the enemy's soul. Even the Holy See's Dark Temple was caught off guard and suffered fatal damage, let alone a ragtag group of zombies!

Soon, everyone in Zombie Valley was slaughtered by everyone, adding a lot of soul energy to the Crystal Skull. Without the command of Zombie King Hartings, ordinary zombies were no threat to everyone.

"Sir, this is the mysterious jade tablet in Zombie Valley. It is engraved with patterns and symbols. I don't know what it is!" According to the memory of thousands of years, the Scorpion King Imote walked around in Zombie Valley, leading him

Everyone came to a mysterious jade monument.

The jade tablet is not big, only one person tall, with cold tentacles. It is engraved with complex patterns and symbols, and it emits wisps of faint energy fluctuations.

The empty valley and the lonely jade monument give people a feeling of desolation and sadness.

"Sir, this is Buyi script. According to legend, it is a kind of writing specially written for the dead in ancient times!" After carefully looking at the text on the jade tablet, the Flying Dragon King Thrace shouted loudly.

Their bipedal flying dragons have lived in the Flying Dragon Valley for generations, guarding the temple of the Ice and Snow Goddess under the Anima Snow Mountain and the Sky Lake. Thracians cannot dive into the underwater temple, but that does not mean that other flying dragons cannot either.

Thousands of years ago, when he had just learned to fly, a violent earthquake erupted in the Snowy Mountains, and the formerly calm lake was filled with shocking waves. After the violent earthquake, the Flying Dragon King at that time dived to the bottom of the lake and brought back the

A small waist plate, engraved with symbols and patterns similar to those of a jade tablet.

According to Feilong, the oldest and most knowledgeable person in the tribe at that time, this was the Buyi script written specifically for the undead. However, no one could understand the specific meaning, and the writing passed down from ancient times had long been lost.

A text specifically written for the undead?

Could it be that this is a memorial from another world? Or is it a memorial to an ancient wizard?

Looking at the mysterious symbols and patterns on the jade stele, Yang Ling felt a lingering, heavy desolation and sadness. That shocking feeling was similar to some of the sacrificial inscriptions in the obelisk;
Chapter completed!