Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 146 Fusu: How to connect with the underworld

After the three-headed bone dragon that was summoned let out a loud dragon roar, its huge body suddenly spread its huge wings.

As the bone wings burning in dark blue flames flapped, the three-headed bone dragon soared into the sky.

In the darkness below, Fusu's gaze also became solemn.

Fusu summoned stronger and stronger undead step by step, just like fighting monsters, in order to test the magical powers of this world, including those hidden powers (such as the underworld).

At first, because of the influence of the movies in the previous life and the calculation of the size of this world, Fusu did not find any connection between the movie and other movies (except for some big movies), so he did not think that the magical power of this world would be so strong. After all, the world is so big and there is no connection. The ceiling of a single planet is limited. But now it seems that things are not that simple~~~
Although the strength of these three bone dragons is far inferior to that of the Bone Dragon King, they are definitely monarch-level undead. They can easily deal with Sang Biao, Ode Biao, and Shao Bai who have just been promoted to monarchs at the same time. Destroying a country is not a problem. They are definitely the ceiling of the planet.

But now, the spiritual power of the ancestor invited by Uncle Jiu and others actually has almost the same strength as the three-headed bone dragon, and it is obviously not the first generation ancestor, but an ancestor of an unknown generation, and it is only a spiritual power.

If this continues, will I have to summon some god-level undead to join the battle?
At this moment Fusu hesitated.

I am just testing the magical power of this world now, not going to start a war directly.

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"Fellow Daoist in the darkness, there is no need for us to consume each other. I am very interested in your ideas. Please come out and talk!"

At this moment, looking at the three-headed bone dragon swooping down in the sky, the founder of Maoshan suddenly spoke in the direction of Fusu.

After saying that, he glared at Uncle Jiu fiercely.

If it wasn't the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to scold Uncle Jiu: What a pedantic thing.

Did the founder burn the portrait to make him an enemy of the Lich King? It was clearly to tell him not to care about Maoshan! Without the identity of a Maoshan disciple, he could cooperate with the Lich King!

This is a great opportunity for development and revenge in the East, and also a chance for the underworld to unify the world. The underworld has all understood, so how can you have so much love!

If the underworld really goes to war with the Lich King, I'm afraid those Western gods will wake up laughing in their dreams!
Although we don't know the Lich King's exact strength, he is definitely capable of fighting against the underworld.

(The underworld has a certain ability to predict the future!)
Hearing the words of the Maoshan Patriarch, Fusu's heart moved. Although he was a little surprised by this situation, he still silently issued an order to cease fire.

The next second, the three-headed bone dragon that swooped down stopped directly, and its huge body landed on the ground, looking down at the incarnation of the Maoshan founder's spirit.

The Nightmare, who was fighting a life-and-death battle with Yin Cha, also came to the side of the three-headed bone dragon tacitly.

Seeing the nightmare subside, the ghost officials also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the battle was not long, it was full of dangers. Especially the wandering nightmare heavy cavalry and the nightmare archers shooting arrows from a distance, which almost killed them several times.

It is not known whether they can win if the fight continues, but at least three of the four of them will die three times, with their souls scattered to pieces.

"I am the eighth generation descendant of Mount Mao, Mao Ding. Please come out and see the Lich King!"

Seeing the battle stop, the incarnation of Maoshan Patriarch’s spirit introduced himself and once again bowed and shouted to the darkness in the distance.

"Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, greets you, fellow Taoist!"

The next second, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared out of thin air in front of the bone dragon, took off his hood to reveal his true face, and introduced himself to Mao Ding's spiritual incarnation and performed the Qin ritual.

Mao Ding was horrified when he saw this and heard this. He quickly calmed himself down and returned the greeting to Fusu: "Mao Ding greets you, senior. I hope you will forgive me for my impoliteness!"

"It's okay!" Fusu said with a smile.

When Uncle Jiu and the others heard Fusu's introduction, they opened their mouths wide in disbelief. This person was definitely a person who lived more than 2,000 years ago, older than the first ancestor of Maoshan, and he was also the eldest son of the First Emperor. His bloodline was simply too noble.

"If this turns into a zombie, it will be so fierce!"

Taoist Simu couldn't help but mutter.

The next second, Uncle Jiu kicked him in the ass. How could he say such a thing now? The real master was right in front of him! "Seniors, since this is a misunderstanding, we will take our leave first!"

When the four ghost officials saw this, they immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly made a gesture to say goodbye and prepared to slip away.

"Humph!"

Looking at the four ghost officials preparing to run away, Fusu couldn't help but snorted coldly.

The next second, the four ghosts were fixed on the spot, their paper-like faces filled with fear.

Fusu didn't say a word, he raised his hand and four bone spears shot out from his sleeves.

The bone spears shot at the four ghost officials who were unable to move, and they immediately turned into green smoke and their souls were destroyed.

Mao Ding just watched all this quietly, and did not stop him even though he had the ability to do so. In fact, he had already memorized the identities of these four ghost officials. Even if Fusu did not take action, he would kill these four ghost officials as quickly as possible after returning.

When Uncle Jiu saw this scene, he was immediately horrified.

At the same time, I also realized something and felt guilty.

"Senior, please come over and talk!" Mao Ding said to Fusu, and made a gesture of invitation towards the darkness in the distance.

"Please!" Fusu nodded.

Seeing Fusu's agreement, Mao Ding turned around and instructed all the Maoshan disciples: "No one is allowed to leave before we come back."

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, everyone in Maoshan could only respond helplessly.

At this time they also realized that something was wrong and they had been involved in the calculations of those great gods.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Uncle Nine.

It took a full half hour for Fusu and Mao Ding to return from the darkness nearby.

Looking at the disciples who were still standing there waiting obediently, Mao Ding immediately said, "Come here, thank the Lich King first."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu and the others did not dare to ask any more questions. They immediately came over and saluted Fusu as a junior: "Thank you, Lich King!"

"No one else is allowed to know what happened today. I am going to seal your memories now. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Mao Ding continued, looking at the group of Maoshan disciples with a gloomy gaze.

In fact, he didn't want to do this, but~~~ the matter was of great importance and involved many things. What happened today must not be known to the world, and he could not be partial to him.

When Uncle Jiu and the others heard this, they knew what the ancestor Mao Ding meant. If they didn't agree, they would have to die, and their souls would be torn apart. "It's up to the ancestor to decide!"

"Since there is nothing else for me to do, I will leave first. I still have a lot to do!"

Seeing this, Fusu smiled and said, turning around and disappearing into the darkness. Along with him, the bone dragon and nightmare disappeared, as did the broken bones and scattered soul flames on the ground. Another person disappeared, and that was Ren Tingting!
Watching Fusu leave, Mao Ding felt relieved and then walked towards the disciples of Maoshan.

He had to personally erase the memories of these disciples one by one.
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"Oh, my head hurts! I am..."

The next morning, Uncle Jiu woke up in the yard and was stunned when he looked at the surroundings.

The dilapidated courtyard was littered with scattered yellow talismans and glutinous rice, and fellow apprentice brothers and nephews were lying on the ground.

Uncle Jiu frowned, but he couldn't remember what happened, why he was here, and why these fellow apprentices were here.

Shouldn't he be going to the cafe?
(End of this chapter)