Chapter 722: 0 year error

In the deep underground tomb burial palace, there are many traces of ancient civilization that Ens has never seen. There are long graves filled with unknown characters, huge stone gates half-open and half-covered, and huge murals side by side.
Along the way, Ens looked around with a wand of wandering light, feeling quite dizzy. Everything here seemed to him to be in another world.
In addition, he now has a peculiar formation covering the entire tomb in the center of the palace.
Looking at the middle of the formation, an old floor-to-ceiling mirror is so quietly placed there, and the countless horizontal and vertical blue silk threads around it clearly show that the formation is still in operation.
Because the tomb looked so suspicious, and Ens thought Malfoy should be in front of him, he never thought about going in and taking a closer look.
After a quick walk, Ensti accompanied him along the flying broom, hurriedly passed through several burial chambers, and finally stepped into the huge main burial chamber located at the deepest part of the underground palace.
Then he was completely astounded by the astonishing monument that was so dark.
"This ... what is this?"
The main cemetery was so scary that it couldn't even reach the top of the magic wand's light curse, so when he looked up, he could only see a darkness. And the black monument stood upright from the floor tiles of the cemetery, and went straight into the dark shadow.
While standing at the entrance of the tomb and feeling deeply shocked by this giant jade-like stone monument, a vicissitudes of voice suddenly sounded from his mind. He clearly didn't understand a word, but was incredibly able to understand it clearly.
"... 唔 ... power ... you want power ..."
When Ens heard it, he immediately stunned, and actually involuntarily wanted to walk to the stone monument. The feeling was as if the voice had infinite temptation, making him almost irresistible.
Yes, it was like ... continually attracting his soul!
The next moment Ens suddenly realized this, his pace stopped suddenly. Because he finally appeared, how exactly this situation is now compared to the previous trials in Slytherin's Chamber-as soon as he stopped, he must bear a terrible burden, even for a second The time of the clock seems to be stretched dozens of times!
Bewildered by that voice, it has become extremely difficult to hold on to one's will.
"Without the trial of Sarah Slytherin, I'm afraid I have lost myself now?" Ens, holding her knees to support her body, could not help thinking, "I just don't know What the ... how long will it last ... "
His knees were shaking, and his heart was full of instinctual desire to move forward, but he just vaguely understood that he must not let it go. Intuition told him that if he listened to the confusion of that voice, he would really be finished.
"... power ... you want ... power ..."
In Ens's senses, the time he spent trying to maintain his own will was as slow as the movement of the stars, but it actually took about ten seconds.
When the moment of non-stop swirling sound in his head came to an abrupt end, he was all soft, and then knelt down on the square floor tile and gasped heavily.
"Finally ... is it over? Could it be ... what the is this trial?"
While exhaling and panting, Ens said intermittently. He certainly didn't expect anyone to respond to his complaints, but to his surprise, a clear turquoise glow lit up in the darkness above his head.
"Successor, good, you resist the confusion from the soul ... if you obey the will of that voice, you will be reduced to a walking dead and lose yourself forever."
Ens heard that he froze suddenly, then raised his head arrogantly.
"Who are you ... Salazar Slytherin?"
After seeing the green shadow in the sky and guessing the identity of the other party, he noticed one thing—the words spoken by the other party just now were in the language of snakes.
However, his inquiry was not answered, because the figure looked down, but it seemed that he did not care about him at all.
"And just now, you did hold to the end. The soul mark that I branded for you in the back room also awakened the memory I kept in the snake stick."
Slytherin's phantom was just talking to himself, he had no self-consciousness at all. As he said himself, this green shadow is nothing but a memory image that he has preserved thousands of years ago.
But from this sentence, Ens knew a little bit-even if Malfoy had been here before him, he would certainly not be able to awaken Slytherin's magical image, because he obviously would not have the so-called "soul mark" ".
While Ens was secretly glad, Slytherin's phantom had continued.
"Now, my successor ... the dying person under the stele has been suppressed by me. In a short time, he cannot affect you again. You can climb to the top of the stele to receive the gift I gave you. ... "
"Uh……"
Ens froze for a moment. He looked at the incredibly tall black monument in front of him, and looked at the broom in his hands, a little surprised under his heart.
"Can it be impossible, were wizards of that era free to fly?"
With the image of Slytherin, it was so easy and natural to say "to climb to the top of the stele." Ens couldn't help but feel that there might be some possibility in this conjecture.
After a little stunned, he jumped up on the flying broom, and flew straight to the height of the Slytherin phantom.
"Oh oh oh!"
He didn't expect that it was actually very close to the top of the tomb. Therefore, at this point, he could only turn sideways while decreasing rapidly, and barely avoided the tragedy that he bumped into the dome of the tomb.
At this time, the image of Slytherin, who had left the summit time for the people, began to speak again.
"Successor, pull up the jade snake stick I left here, it can help you no longer be disturbed by the power of the Bewitching Stele. And while increasing the magic you cast, it will also provide you with a certain degree of magical supplement ... "
It's time to reap the benefits, and Enz looks extra excited. He had just fallen from the flying broom to the top of the monument, and hurriedly ran towards the short stick that was emitting green light. He could clearly see that the so-called "Jade Jade Snake Stick" was being inserted obliquely in black. Between the gravel on top of the stele.
"Click ---"
He found a lot of hard work all the way from the discovery of unsettled correspondences in Hitchpac's back room.
Whether it was looking up and translating ancient texts, or going through trials in a back room, of course, the hard flight over the road ... Almost even the last fruit was taken by Malfoy.
To be honest, he can't wait any longer.
Before waiting for Slytherin's image to finish the words, Ens grabbed the glowing green snake stick, and then pulled it up vigorously.
Immediately after the snake stick left the black monument, a cold and majestic breath swept across Ens's body in a blink of an eye. In that breath, there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes and loneliness from ancient times, so that Deans would be swallowed up by an endless darkness.
Soon, Maca, who was several miles away at this time, also noticed this amazing movement.
But in the next instant, a clear cold was heard from Ens's clenched snake stick, sweeping away the terrible feeling just now.
All that is happening right now, Slytherin's images are naturally invisible. And what he said in Snake Caverns continued--
"Successor, if you accept this gift from me, it means that you will accept my next mission. Hold my snake stick, read the spell as I am, and give me the power I left in it Breeding Basilisk-"
With that said, Slytherin's phantom laughed suddenly.
"Well ... ha ha ha ha ... ridiculous and despicable Haierbo, all his soul fragments will be wiped out by the monsters he researched himself ... ha ha ha ..."
At this moment, the giant stele under Ens's feet shook without warning, as if something was about to break out from under the stele. And at this same moment, Ens, who was standing on the stele and listening to Slytherin's old laughter, was also dumbfounded.
"Basilisk?" He said with a half-open mouth, "What the is that--"
Only halfway through the conversation, he remembered the violent shaking at his feet. Yes, in the back room, another ghost of Slytherin seems to mention power, gold ... and basilisk ...
but……
"Your old beard with sparse beards ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Why didn't you say it earlier!" He yelled at Sarah Slytherin, who was still laughing beside him, "this time ... this time I'm afraid it will kill you! "
Scolding again and again, of course, is of no use, so Enz just let out a word, and immediately jumped up on the broom and emptied, and rushed to the grave when no matter what was going on.
Obviously, in the absence of that basilisk, his strength alone will never work. Rather than hesitating here to see what will come out under the monument, it is better to drive away early, if you are lucky, maybe you can get back a small life.
And just as Ens was rushing to the door of the tomb, even the whole earth palace shuddered slightly. At this moment, there was only one thought left in his head--
"Should I just bury me like this?"

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