C237 The Strongest Weapon(2)

Natalya's body was recovering and her muscles were aching even more. She still couldn't start training. Ekdo was still nowhere to be found. "Zhang Loong, you are too indulging in Ekdo. After he came back this time... You have to talk about him properly. This is outrageous. I will try my best to start cultivating tomorrow. Today, I will sit by the side and watch you guys. " Natalya said.

Grace listened to my arrangement and started pure physical training.

"Zhang Loong, did Grace also make a mistake? Why did you punish him?" Natalya saw Grace doing a heavy squat and was puzzled.

"Other than Ennyah, everyone else must accept this practice. It's just the two of you who bear the brunt of it." I smiled.

Natalya gloated over Marina's misfortune and looked at Marina. "Does Marina also want to undergo such a barbaric training? You are so cruel. "

Marina smiled and no longer paid any attention to Natalya. She started simple and boring spear swinging practice again.

"Ennyah, remember, do not do dangerous things. The training of spiritual energy cannot be rushed. Back then, Omas fought with me for half a year before my ability improved. Don't worry too much. " I reminded Ennyah. Actually, I lied. It was true that Omas increased my mental strength by a large margin. However, the real change was after meeting Hardell.

Ennyah nodded and smiled, "I know I was wrong. Please advise me."

After Ennyah's mental strength received a blow, it actually began to grow. This is our third confrontation. I can clearly feel that the explosive force of her spiritual energy is much stronger than the previous two times. Strange, I muttered in my heart. Her improvement is too fast. Could it be that Ennyah's talent is much stronger than mine?

Ennyah fell asleep after exhausting her spiritual energy. She no longer cared about her image. After completing the training for Ennyah, I also began to practice my own spells. I asked myself that my five Necromancy systems are relatively balanced, and the level of my spiritual energy has already exceeded the actual level. However, I was still unable to enter that final cycle. I have already memorized the incantation of the Confusion Curse, but when I chant it... The energy in my body is still unable to synchronize. Perhaps I should return to the tomb and try again. The foundation of the Necromancy is that of the dead. My current cultivation method might be too bright.

I gave a simple explanation of the training arrangements for the next three days, and reminded Grace not to overdo it. He supported himself with the Staff of Pain and headed to the burial ground of nunnery. The sisters lived a life of abstinence and bitter cultivation. Most of them were... Perhaps this place where the souls are concentrated can help me break through. Thinking of this, I feel a little ashamed. Although the cultivation method I adopted doesn't kill, I'm afraid it's already related to evil.

Although it's already the beginning of spring, the ice and snow in the frozen plains haven't melted yet. The chilly wind still makes me feel uncomfortable. The revisit of the old place makes me unable to recall the past when I was with Talitha for the first time on a mission. Blood Crow's remains have already turned into mud, but every skill we used in that battle... Every conversation was clearly imprinted in my heart.

Pushing open the door to the underground tomb, I rudely invaded the sacred land of nunnery. "Sorry, sorry." I put my hands together and apologized to the soul of the sisters. This is indeed the settlement of pure Yin spirits. Once I stepped into the mausoleum, my physical spiritual energy started to become restless.

I can't even see my fingers in front of my eyes in the mausoleum, but with my extraordinary mental strength, I can still clearly determine everything here. The underground mausoleum was very large, and each tomb had several sarcophagus. Within the sarcophagus lay a pile of white bones. The deeper they went, the more imposing the structure of the tomb became. The number of sarcophagus placed in each burial chamber became smaller and smaller. Perhaps the tombs reserved in the mausoleum were also divided into levels. The higher the level, the closer they were to the resting area. The higher the level, the greater the burial space.

There were no martyrs in the tomb, so the life of the sisters must be very clear and bitter. I slowly walked to the end of the mausoleum, where there is the largest tomb chamber. There was only a huge sarcophagus. Perhaps this was the resting place of the founder of nunnery. I bowed towards the huge sarcophagus, "Please forgive my rudeness, I want to borrow this treasure land."

I took a deep breath. A strange cold aura entered my nostrils, causing me to shiver. "Let's begin." I hinted to myself. I sat cross-legged beside the huge sarcophagus and began to enter a meditative state.

Strands of cold aura continuously gathered. My body seemed to have a special desire for these auras. Every pore on my body automatically opened up and greedily absorbed the cold aura.

As time slowly passed, the pure Yin aura of the Undead made my mind more and more excited. I felt that perhaps the time had come, so I began to silently chant the Confusion Curse.

Although the pure Yin aura of death made my entire body comfortable, my surging spiritual energy was still unable to harmonize with the Confusion Spell. I circulated the energy in my body time and time again. The white Yin death aura kept accumulating around me. A faint light actually appears in the tomb.

I did not pay attention to these and continued to urge the energy. Again and again, I attacked my Niwan Palace. The white aura kept circling around my formed Niwan Palace, gradually becoming like the water in the vast ocean. It was surging violently. The golden core in the Niwan Palace began to emit a strange glow, becoming brighter and brighter. It was getting more and more bright.