The Almighty Summoner

"The dignified young master of the underworld just died like this?" Mu Yun looked up at An Zimo, his eyes full of doubts, "It shouldn't be that simple, right?"

"You're right," An Zimo patted his clothes, "If it wasn't for the Soul Eater in your hand, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to drive him back to the underworld."

"So, the fourth child is not dead?" Mu Yun stared into An Zimo's eyes, full of doubts in his heart.

"Yes, his full name is Ming Shaodong," An Zimo nodded slowly, "The one you killed just now was just one of Ming Shaodong's distractions in the human world, and his strength is only [-]% of his real body in the underworld. One, otherwise, we will definitely not be able to deal with him."

"One percent?!" Mu Yun was dumbfounded, "One percent of him is at the level of a heavenly god, so 100% is still invincible?"

"You don't have to be so surprised," An Zimo said with a chuckle, "Beyond the strength of the high-level gods in Tianyu, there are also levels of gods, which are divided into upper gods, middle gods, and lower gods, and each god It is also divided into three levels: high, middle, and low. This Ming Shaodong is a high-level middle god, ten times stronger than a high-level low-level god, and one percent of his is the high-level god of our human world. To an extent."

"No wonder that guy said that there are tens of thousands of people in the underworld who only have the strength of the Tianyu." Mu Yun suddenly realized, "It turns out that the strength of the Tianyu is in the underworld, which is completely at the level of cannon fodder."

"How do you know so much?" Mu Yun looked at An Zimo curiously, her eagerness for knowledge made her look very greedy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" An Zimo didn't answer her, but began to tease Mu Yun, "The last time you looked at me in the bathroom, your eyes weren't as bright as they are now."

"You!" Mu Yun was so ashamed that her cheeks were suddenly blushed. She turned around hastily to prevent An Zimo from seeing her embarrassment. "What nonsense are you talking about? I just want to know more."

"Oh?" An Zimo had a smirk on his face, and then said insistently, "Do you want to know about body art?"

"Ah!" Mu Yun was ashamed and angry, and yelled like crazy, the voice was extremely loud, An Zimo was so shocked that he hurriedly covered his ears with his hands, even so, he still felt that his ears were numb, and even his eyes were a little blurred .

"Bang bang bang!" A series of muffled voices sounded, and the dozen or so strong men in the sky just now fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths, lying on the ground and twitching non-stop, and they seemed unable to survive. up.

Seeing this, Mu Yun stopped yelling. She looked at An Zimo very worriedly, and said, "Could they be scared to death by my voice?"

"It has nothing to do with you," An Zimo said with a wave of his hand, "They just cooperated with me in using the Holy Sword of Light to Subdue Demons and exhausted all the true energy in their bodies, that's why they ended up like this."

"You Guangming Sacred Cult is really cruel!" Mu Yun's face showed a look of disgust, and he shook his head, "You will use any means to achieve your goals! You even give up your own lives at will, it is simply inhumane!"

"Hmph!" An Zimo didn't care about Mu Yun's words at all, "Mu Yun, you are too naive, with your womanly kindness, you will never achieve great things!"

"Damn!" Mu Yun spat, "An Zimo, I have only one great cause, and that is to destroy your Guangming Holy Cult!"

"Waiting for you at any time!" An Zimo turned cold, flicked his sleeves, turned and flew upwards, "Boom!" There was a loud explosion, and he blasted a big hole in the closed ground above with his light blade, "Swoosh!" His figure shot out of the hole into the black sky.