Divine Seal: I am the princess of the demon clan

After saying that, Feng Ling took Long Haochen directly into the depths of the cave.

There were many strange rocks and no normal roads. Feng Ling used magic to open up a new road.

After walking five hundred meters, they saw a huge crack.

The crack runs vertically downwards, and no light can be seen from above.

Looking at the broken rock in the crack, Feng Ling crushed it with her hands. Then, a black spiritual power appeared in her hands.

"Here are the traces of the demons' movements."

"We followed this crack all the way down."

Feng Ling closed her eyes and scanned the entire cave with her mental power.

“That thing is underground.”

Long Haochen looked ahead and saw that the path did not fork. Just as Feng Ling said, going deeper into this crack was their only direction to explore.

The mournful howl sounded again.

Fortunately, Feng Ling's magic circle blocked the howl, otherwise he would be in danger because of the power of the howl.

The shrill voice continued to sound, and Feng Ling suddenly picked up Long Haochen's sword.

"Second aunt?"

Long Haochen looked at her in surprise.

“Try to resonate with the melody of this sound wave.”

Feng Ling's face was gloomy. "Didn't you notice that the sound of the howl was the same every time? If I'm not mistaken, this will help you to comprehend your own moves. Find a pattern that suits you from these same patterns."

"it is good!"

Long Haochen tried to sense the changes in the mournful howl.

A faint golden light appeared on his body.

As he felt the melody of the sound, Feng Ling placed her hand on the cracked stone.

She felt the fluctuations of her own dark magic.

In other words, she left traces here.

Feng Ling was puzzled by the missing memory.

As for the smell of death in the air, Feng Ling didn't care.

She is a dark magician.

She is a magician who deals with death.

To be precise, necromancy is also a type of black magic.

"The Scourge of the Undead, Electrolux..."

Feng Ling murmured softly.

Judging from the energy fluctuations in the crack, the crack must have been formed six thousand years ago.

This time period is related to the arrival of demons in the Holy Demon Continent.

At the same time, it was also the beginning of the dark ages for mankind.

This is a delicate time.

In other words, there was a great war before the demons descended on the Holy Demon Continent and the human race entered the Dark Ages.

This battle is between her and the undead scourge Alex.

But something is wrong.

Feng Ling raised her head and looked at the undead spirit floating in the sky, her eyes suddenly filled with coldness.

Sensing the danger, the undead shuttles disappeared in an instant.

The black flame that emerged from Feng Ling's fingertips disappeared instantly.

These undead move really fast.

If she had been a little slower, her undead magic would have had more fresh materials.

What a pity! These guys have a sense of crisis.

"Second Aunt, I have realized the Rippling of Light!"

Long Haochen said this ecstatically.

Based on Feng Ling's suggestions, he observed the patterns of sound wave vibrations and now created a trick of his own.

"Yes, your comprehension is amazing."

Feng Ling said with a look of relief, "Next, follow me to go deeper into this gap."

"Whatever you see, don't leave my vicinity."

"it is good!"

Long Haochen held Feng Ling's hand tightly, and they both went down together.

With the support of the magic circle, he could feel the horror of the howling sound.

The further down he went, the stronger the evil spiritual power became. At the same time, Long Haochen also felt the breath of darkness.

very strange.

These are two completely different atmospheres.

Long Haochen discovered something was wrong.

Logically speaking, there should be only one breath of air here, why are there two breaths of air here?

The evil aura and the dark aura could not blend together, and it was obvious that they did not come from the same person.

"Second Aunt, did you notice? There are two different auras here."

"Ah."

Feng Ling nodded calmly, "Yes, but this aura is not important. What's important is what's under this crack."

"I just used my mental power to explore it, and there is something in the crack."

The loud sound of the wind drowned out Feng Ling's words, and they fell for an hour.

During this hour, the mournful howling continued.

"We are now descending to an altitude of three thousand meters."

Feng Ling said seriously, "That thing is still down there, let's keep going."

Hearing this, Long Haochen relaxed his body and allowed it to fall.

The originally wide crack suddenly narrowed, and their toes landed on the ground.

What came into view was a gray halo.

"Here is the place."

Feng Ling pulled Long Haochen forward for more than three hundred meters, and the gray in front became obvious.

The gray light suddenly became brighter.

"this!"

Long Haochen said with a look of surprise.

Because there is an open space ahead, the huge cave is cone-shaped, and the stone walls are as smooth as mirrors, reflecting a faint gray light.

The entire cave is about 150 meters high.

The most important thing was that Feng Ling and Long Haochen saw a tall tower.

It was a seven-story tower with a total height of more than one hundred meters. It was of simple style and emitted a gray light. It was filled with an aura of death.

This is a tall gray tower.

It occupies most of the conical cave, and layers of gray halos continue to appear from the high tower.

At the same time, the tower was surrounded by countless gray-white lights. They were constantly rushing towards the tower like moths to a flame, densely clinging to the outer layer of gray-white energy emitted by the tower.

"They are the undead."

Feng Ling said calmly.

Immediately afterwards, the white energy ball began to riot, and a tragic howl sounded instantly.

The terrifying sound waves came towards Feng Ling and Long Haochen.

Feng Ling waved her hand, and a magic circle blocked out the sad howling sound.

"The wailing sound comes from the howling of the dead."

"All you have to do is enter the tower."

Feng Ling let go of Long Haochen's hand and spoke to him with a heavy face.

"What about you, Second Aunt?"

Long Haochen asked worriedly.

"I……"

"There are still some things to figure out. There is a legacy in that tower."

"If you think it's appropriate, take it."

While they were talking, dozens of soul energies came towards them, and finally dispersed into a ball under the power of the magic circle.

Long Haochen could feel the breath of death and coldness.

After Feng Ling sent Long Haochen into the tower, she closed the door.

The crazy undead rushed towards her.

The next moment, a purple magic pattern appeared on her forehead.

Those black eyes radiated blue light.

"Death."

Feng Ling spoke lightly, and black energy sprayed out from the palm of her hand, directly falling on the undead.

Soon, under the devouring of the dark energy, the undead souls turned into grayish-white dots of light.

Feng Ling went in another direction.

There was the breath of her power.

Not surprisingly, this tower is the place of inheritance left behind by the Undead Scourge Alex.

Then, she might be able to find her own memories.