Panlong's infinite evolution

Chapter 65 is calculated

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

Luo Lan obeyed Sessler's arrangement and immersed his spiritual power in the god-level undead index. He immediately felt that his spiritual power was wrapped in a strange breath. This breath was full of death and desolation, similar to what he felt The breath of the underworld is very similar.

"Do 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. Our undead magic If a master wants to enter the underworld, he can only disguise his soul through the index of the dead."

"Disguising your soul is just the first step. Next, we will proceed to the second step. This is also the most critical step. Activate the magic circle on the index of god-level undead, and it will carry your soul to the underworld."

Luo Lan's soul has reached the seventh-level magician, much stronger than ordinary people. As the lines on the index of the undead are activated, his body is immediately filled with the aura of the undead.

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Undead world.

In the boundless sky, dark clouds cover the earth, and sometimes there are silver lightning flashes in the black clouds, rushing to the dragons to shuttle among them.

This is a barren plain, full of undead creatures everywhere, including the largest number of skeletons, dirty and disgusting zombies, elegant translucent ghosts, imposing black knights, and weird corpses and Liches. And each category is also graded.

Some undead are weak, and some are powerful.

In a gathering place of water sources, a large number of corpses gathered here. One of the three-meter-high humanoid corpses opened its eyes, revealing human emotions.

"This is the underworld!" Luo Lan's soul was possessed by the corpse, looking around curiously.

Not far away, there are a few giant trees that look like bones, and near the water source, some blood-colored weeds grow here and there, and there are several corpse monsters of different shapes lying beside them, all exuding different strengths and weaknesses.

Luo Lan felt his aura a little bit. At the beginning of the seventh level, it was exactly the same as his soul strength.

"Do you find it very novel?" Suddenly, a crocodile-like corpse sprang out of the water and came in front of Luo Lan.

"You are Sessler?" The corpse possessed by Luo Lan raised his finger and pointed at the crocodile.

"Yes, it's me!" Sessler shook his tail, shook off the mud covering his body, and said somewhat unsatisfactorily: "The undead indexes we both got came from corpse demons, so we can only Choosing the corpse demon, my luck is relatively bad, this time it is possessed by a corpse crocodile."

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

"Of course, but you can only choose those undead that you have recovered and signed a contract with. For the first time, the inheritors do not have their own contracted undead, so they can only be randomly assigned for the first time. You are lucky, possessing a humanoid on the wight demon." Saissler said with a bit of a sour taste.

"Hey, why is your momentum only in the middle of the ninth level?" Luo Lan suddenly looked at Sessler in surprise.

Luo Lan has experienced the strength of Zessler's soul, which has definitely reached the peak of a ninth-level magician.

"Only the god-level undead index can pass the soul of the necromancer without loss. The sanctuary-level undead index will suppress a small level, and the nine-level undead index will be suppressed by two. Now you will You won't regret giving me the god-level undead index?" Saisler asked.

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

At this point, Luo Lan would not be able to do such a shameless thing if he turned his back on him again.Although his heart was bleeding, Luo Lan pretended to be indifferent and said: "I always keep my word, since I promised to give it to you, I will definitely give it to you."

"Then thank you. I'm already eight hundred years old, but I haven't touched the threshold of the sanctuary. I don't have much time left. Maybe the god-level undead index can help me break through, so please don't blame me just now. I didn't tell you." Saissler said sincerely.

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

That's right, Roubaozi Dagou never came back, as recorded in the original book, this guy Sessler will definitely be able to break through to the Sanctuary.

"Forget it, anyway, the god-level undead index was picked up for nothing, and using it in exchange for practicing undead magic, no matter how you look at it, it's a profit." Luo Lan comforted himself.

……

Qingyun Town is a small town on the outskirts of the Warcraft Mountains. The town is nearly [-] kilometers away from Finlay City, extending in all directions.A large number of mercenaries and adventurers gathered in the only tavern in the small town, and it was the only place where they could relax within a radius of dozens of miles.

In the tavern, the flamboyantly dressed Orioles twisted their energetic bodies on the central stage, exposing their sensitive points one by one, attracting the screams of drunken mercenaries and adventurers.

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

There are all kinds of carriages outside the door of the tavern. The young Ryan is grooming the horse's hair with a brush, but his eyes can't help but look at the tavern, and he licks his lips from time to time. For him, who is at the bottom of the Violent Bear Mercenary Corps, he also has an unparalleled allure.

"Damn it, why are they all going to drink and want us to pack the carriage here?" Seeing his companions tasting the wine one by one and admiring the soft dance, Ryan threw down the brush in his hand angrily, and complained to Polk next to him .

Polk is an old mercenary with decades of experience. He has experienced too much wind and rain and has a gray beard.

"What's the matter, little Ryan, you're complaining again!" Polk chuckled, he had complained countless times when he was young, and he understood this feeling very well.

"We are also 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 desperately with monsters, you just need to transport the prey to get 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. Said grimly.

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

For a hot-blooded guy, this kind of stable job is simply a kind of torture for him.He would rather die bravely in a fight with monsters than die on the bed without accomplishing anything.

"Little guy, 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 of the sound.

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

"Old Polk, look quickly, what is that?" Little Ryan suddenly pointed in the direction of the Warcraft Mountains and shouted excitedly.

(End of this chapter)