Dungar pointed at the hole beneath their feet. "There's a rapid underground river below. The current will carry us all the way to Aztlan."
"Aztlan?" Fang Moqi asked.
"Holy Land Aztlan. It's an underground world with countless caves extending in all directions. The Aztecs built seven golden cities there, and the main one is called Civora. That's why we call it Civora."
After Dungar finished speaking, he took out a folded life jacket from his backpack and put it on Nedre.
"Let's go. Be careful not to drown. The water is rapid."
The four of them stood on four sides of the stone slab and jumped down together.
The hole was too deep, and the feeling of weightlessness caused Nedre to scream wildly. Lan Mu, on the other hand, was very calm. After all, they wouldn't die from the fall as long as they turned into a Balrog.
"Splash!"
The four of them fell into the water like dumplings. The water was indeed rapid, and they floated more than ten meters away after much difficulty.
"Oh, oh, oh! Awesome! " Fang Moqi shouted. He was a crazy adventurer, and he was very excited that the Aztecs had designed such an interesting waterway.
Lan Mu was silent. He wasn't bad at swimming, but it was difficult for him to adapt to such rapid water flow. He would be submerged from time to time.
Anyway, it was very dark. With a thought, he transformed into an elf and could finally control himself in the rapids.
In comparison, Nedre was the most miserable. Even though she was wearing a life jacket, she was still swept up and down by the water. Her entire body was spinning in the river.
"Ah! Cough, cough … Ugh! Ugh … No … Ah! "Nedre's head appeared and disappeared in the water as she choked on a few mouthfuls of water.
Dungar hurriedly swam over to grab Nedre. With his support, Nedre gradually calmed down and gasped for breath.
At first, Fang Moqi was still very excited, like a dolphin in the underground river.
But ten minutes later, Fang Moqi said while panting.
"We're not there yet? How long do we have to float? "
Dungar snorted, "There's still an hour left."
"…" Fang Moqi hurriedly quieted down. Like everyone else, he used the most labor-saving method to keep himself above the surface of the water and moved forward with the current.
Drifting was originally a very exciting and interesting thing, but after floating in the water for an hour, it became boring and tiring.
An hour later, the four of them were silent and did not say a word.
Until they suddenly rushed out of the underground river and fell into a deep pool.
The water from the deep pool continued to flow into the nearby caves. Everyone was swept into one of the caves.
Dungar hurriedly shouted, "Stop! We're ashore! "
Fang Moqi was the first to react. He swam ashore against the current, and Lan Mu followed closely behind.
When the four of them came up, Lan Mu pointed at the water holes around the deep pool and asked, "What will happen if we continue to float in?"
Dungar laughed and said, "We'll drown … It's the natural drainage system of the entire Aztlan. The underground water network is very complex. Once we enter, we'll never be able to get out."
Fang Moqi also pointed at the deep pool and said, "We've been floating for more than an hour. We're at least twenty kilometers away, right? How are we going to get back? "
Dungar took off his clothes and squeezed the water dry. He said, "We went through the entrance. The exit is in another place."
"So as long as Alain isn't too stupid, the other party won't kill him before they find the exit."
Fang Moqi laughed and said, "No wonder I feel that you're not worried at all … Tell me! What's next? "
They were on the stone bank beside the deep pool. There were obvious traces of artificial excavation here. The floor under their feet was paved with obsidian.
Dungar lit up another flare and threw it above their heads.
They saw the flare land in a cave about three meters above their heads.
Fang Moqi laughed and ran up. He pushed his feet and his hands, and he was up.
Dungar shouted, "Give me a hand!"
Fang Moqi reached out and pulled Dungar and Nedre up. Then he said to Lan Mu, "Do you need help?"
Lan Mu laughed and said, "It's only three meters …"
With that, he rushed up and pushed his feet twice, and he was up. He didn't even need to use his hands.
Ignoring Nedre's worship, Lan Mu put on the hood of his clothes as he walked. He was now in his elf form and still had to cover his ears.
"Go straight from this passage. It's about nine turns. The corridors here are crisscrossing. Don't walk around randomly."
Dungar took the lead and led the way. Lan Mu followed closely behind.
After walking for about five minutes, they had changed three passages. This was simply a maze.
As they walked, Lan Mu's ears twitched and he suddenly pulled everyone back.
He whispered, "There's movement. It's the sound of a lighter …"
Fang Moqi's eyes lit up, and he made a throat-slitting gesture.
Lan Mu nodded and pointed at himself. Then, he bent his back and walked forward alone.
After turning a corner, Lan Mu turned into a hunter and immediately saw all the creatures within a kilometer.
"Tsk tsk, it's really big! It seems like a maze within a kilometer … "
Lan Mu walked ten meters in his invisible state and turned again. He saw two shirtless men with submachine guns hanging from their necks and smoking.
They were guarding the corridor, one on the left and one on the right. It was obvious that Paul had deliberately left them behind to intercept the enemy.
"You actually thought that we would come?"
Lan Mu approached slowly, his sharp claws extended.
The two mercenaries didn't notice at first. Lan Mu only needed to pounce and kill them, and he could easily end them.
But suddenly, a strange feeling spread all over his body.
"F * ck!"
Lan Mu was very familiar with this feeling. He was about to transform, at this moment!
Lan Mu felt his body transform from the inside to the outside. It was as if countless dominoes had been placed inside his body. Every time he transformed, it would be like this. Lan Mu was already used to it.
But this time, it was a little different. Not only did his body transform, but even his spirit and soul were transforming. His spirit spread to every part of his body, and even extended outside of it. It penetrated the human body, the stone walls, and the layers of maze!
"Ah!"
His soul seemed to explode, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt great to his bones and the depths of his soul!
The Pekingese form was forcefully returned to its original form. Lan Mu's body floated up, and a deathly cold aura was released, permeating the surrounding cave walls.
"Plop …" The cigarette fell to the ground.
The two mercenaries were scared silly. A monster had appeared out of thin air, floating in front of them like a ghost.
In the dim passageway, with the help of the weak light, they could see a skinny, pale-skinned freak floating in front of them. His skin was wrapped around his bones like a skeleton, and his deep black eye sockets were empty. There were only two spots of light, like will-o '-the-wisps.
Even though the two mercenaries had experienced hundreds of battles, they had never encountered such a strange and terrifying thing. It was as if the cold aura of death was creeping into their bones, and they couldn't help but shiver.
"Oh my god! The soul of the Aztecs! "
The two mercenaries shouted and immediately opened fire. Their submachine guns spat out tongues of flame, and a barrage of bullets rained down on Lan Mu.
Lan Mu's soul had become extremely powerful, and he could easily scan the surrounding corridor. He could also easily drill into the mercenaries' hearts. Everything around him seemed to have changed, and he could easily see through the surface and reach the heart.
At the same time, he naturally saw through his own situation. His undead body was filled with cold and dark energy, but this was only his body. The most important thing was his own soul. He felt that as long as he wanted, he didn't need this broken body.
Bullets shot into Lan Mu's body, and he flew back more than a meter from the impact of the barrage of bullets. He could even hear the sound of his bones breaking.
After a round of bullets, the two mercenaries saw that he was still floating in the air, and they were so scared that they reloaded and retreated.
"Frost …"
Lan Mu confusedly opened his skinny palm, and a wave of frost immediately rolled up in the corridor, blowing past the two mercenaries.
The mercenaries' frightened expressions froze, and their bodies were still in a running posture. They were frozen in place, and a thick layer of frost covered their bodies.
Lan Mu floated over, placed his hands on their heads, and whispered.
"Death?"
Dark energy poured into their bodies, and the mercenaries' faces turned ashen. Their personalities were instantly destroyed, and they died directly.
He instinctively destroyed their souls, and simply used the dark energy in his body to transform them.
The two mercenaries swayed and stood obediently in front of Lan Mu. However, they would look around from time to time, looking very restless.
Lan Mu's tyrannical soul probed a little and understood that these two people were directly transformed into undead creatures, although they were only the lowest level of undead.
In the Super USB drive, Lan Mu had seen all kinds of monsters described in movies, games, and novels. Although he had a rough understanding of them, he still recognized his current transformation target.
"If I remember correctly, I have now become a Lich?"
Lan Mu couldn't feel his own heartbeat. He stroked his chest, and it was cold. He also couldn't feel the flow of blood. He had become a corpse …
The bullets just now pierced through his skinny body, and he didn't feel any pain. It didn't matter if his bones were broken, as long as he still had a human shape.
"Hmm?"
Lan Mu's stiff body tilted, and he sensed that Fang Moqi was approaching.
Transforming into a Lich made him lose his sense of hearing and smell, but his powerful spiritual perception made up for it.
With a quick thought, Lan Mu took the two undead and floated into a fork in the corridor, and took back the frost on the ground.
As soon as he left, Fang Moqi arrived at the scene, but he didn't even see a shadow.
Fang Moqi squatted down and picked up the bullet on the ground, and thoughtfully looked at the fork in the corridor.
He didn't know where the right path was.
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