"I heard a little bit." Ye Qingtang said in a low voice as she walked carefully through the Tower of the Undead.
"The Lord of the Shadows, who was once the strongest in the Central Continent, commanded thousands of undead races, and made all the races in the mainland bow their heads to him, Miss Ye... If you want to make the undead races of the Shadow Temple, I believe you are a saint." Lord, you have to learn the momentum and behavior of the Shadow Lord, the Shadow Lord is not such a talkative Lord like Miss Ye."
"I'm on the Tower of the Undead, what should I do?" Ye Qingtang vaguely understood Ling Yan's meaning, but the current situation was not like this.
"The Tower of the Undead is the holy tower of the Shadow Temple, where thousands of dead souls gather. Every once in a while, the Lord of the Shadows needs to release those distorted souls to pray for the entire undead race. Miss Ye only needs to go to the top of the tower. On the stage, just chant the incantations of the undead." Ling Yan said.
"What spell?" Ye Qingtang became more and more worried as she got closer to the top of the tower.
Lingyan was silent for a moment, and then chanted a string of obscure undead mantras.
Ye Qingtang had never been in contact with these undead mantras, even if Ling Yan chanted them smoothly, it was still very strange to her ears.
However…
She has reached the top of the Tower of the Undead, standing on the edge of the altar.
Below the Tower of the Undead, Ming Zhan and several clan kings were watching Ye Qingtang's every move.
Lingyan kept repeating the incantation, and Ye Qingtang finally remembered some of it. At that moment, she imitated the incantation that Lingyan said just now, and sang the release incantation.
Following Ye Qingtang's singing, countless black shadows suddenly appeared on several platforms, and those black shadows uttered continuous mourning sounds, as if wrapped in a whirlwind, they curled up and flew towards the top of the Dark Palace. superior.
The wailing sound of the dead soul resounded through the entire hall in an instant.
However, Ming Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.
Something is wrong.
As thousands of dead souls were released, the sound of wailing lingered in my ears, and after a long time, it slowly dissipated. However, those dead souls seemed to disappear without a trace in the darkness.
"Miss Ye, you can go down the tower now."
Ye Qingtang then walked down the Tower of the Undead.
Ming Death was expressionless, his gaze swept across Ye Qingtang's face, and he said immediately, "Holy Master, you have worked hard, and disturbed the Holy Master to hold a ceremony today."
Ye Qingtang had a strong feeling that she had just walked outside the gate of hell, and if it wasn't for Lingyan, she might have been completely exposed.
After the ceremony was over, Ye Qingtang also went back to the bedroom first.
And with Ye Qingtang's departure, many undead people also left from the dark palace, only a few clan kings and elders, guardians, ghost bones, and ghosts stayed behind.
"This holy lord, I'm afraid he is not real..." the king of the Meizu clan said after scanning the many undead people present.
The king of the Raksha clan also frowned, "I think she is probably a counterfeit. When she chanted the mantra just now, she felt obviously different from before."
Before, they felt that the sudden return of the Holy Master was very strange, but now, although Ye Qingtang completed the ceremony according to the ritual, there was a lot of difference from the process of the Holy Master's completion of the ceremony in their memory.
"My subordinates remember that when the Holy Master stepped on the tower before, he always flew up, but now it is the first time I see him walking up step by step..." Gui Ji chuckled.
"The incantation is also slightly raw, completely different from the cold and arrogant aura of the Holy Master." The king of the Shura clan frowned.