The Almighty Summoner

Mu Yun and Zhan Tian were surrounded by more than a dozen masters from the Tianyu. Mu Yun didn't run away at all. He found a flat rock and blew on it, and then sat down leisurely.

Zhan Tian looked at this and that with big eyes, raised his right foot, and then slowly put it down, looking very funny, he saw that he was blocked from all sides, the opponent was not only numerous in number, but also stronger than himself , he didn't know whether to fight or run, seeing Mu Yun so calm, he followed suit and sat down on the rock beside him.

"Little girl, I like you very much," Bo Ming suddenly appeared beside Mu Yun like a ghost, "What do you want to join our Holy Cult?"

"Hey, uncle, no no, I should call you grandpa," Mu Yun looked at the other party playfully, "I don't like you at all, I don't have such strong tastes!"

"What a mess!" Boming was confused by Mu Yun's words, and then his expression became serious, and he asked, "Did we meet somewhere?"

"Grandpa, if you want to strike up a conversation, it's a little new, okay?" Mu Yun was still chatting with the other party, "This trick is too old-fashioned!"

"I warn you, my patience is limited!" Bo Ming glared at Mu Yun with a gloomy face, "Don't think that if I appreciate you a little, you can be confident!"

"Then what do you want?" Mu Yun spread his hands, looking indifferent.

"Two choices, either join the Holy Cult, or die!" When he said the word death, Bo Ming's eyes suddenly shot a chilling gaze, and the rich purple spiritual power on his body slowly surged and gradually expanded outwards. It didn't stop until a foot in front of Mu Yun.

"Then tell me what's the benefit of joining your holy religion?" Mu Yun's big eyes rolled around, thinking about various ways to escape in his mind.

"Hahaha, how about I join your Holy Cult?" Zhan Tian became excited when he heard the benefits, "I don't ask much, just give me ten beauties and a mansion."

"Boom!" One of the people surrounding Zhantian took out a big black stick from somewhere, and hit Zhantian hard on the back of the head, and Zhantian passed out on the spot, "Take him away !" The man ordered to the others, "Look carefully, don't let him run away!" As he spoke, he waved his hand and shot a white light on Zhan Tian's wrist, which turned into a rope of light, Automatically tied Zhan Tian's hands and feet.

"Hey, why did you hit my friend?" Mu Yun yelled at the man, "Be careful, after I join the holy religion, I will beat you up hard!"

Hearing what Mu Yun said, the man was inexplicably startled. He carefully looked at Bo Ming and then at Mu Yun, with a look of uneasiness on his face.

Bo Ming waved his hand at him, motioning for the other party to back off, and the man was relieved a bit, saluted Bo Ming respectfully, and then retreated backwards into the forest.

"So, you agreed?" At this moment, the expression in Birming's eyes became much more relaxed.

"Hey, the conditions haven't been negotiated yet, okay?" Mu Yun looked like a profiteer, "Tell me, what are the benefits of joining your holy religion, you have to let me think about it."

"As long as you are willing to join the church, I will accept you as a disciple," Birming promised, "and besides the bishop and me, your status is above everyone else in the church, but there is another status in this church." The person who is equal to you is the bishop's closed disciple, named An Zimo."

Mu Yun looked into Bo Ming's eyes, and deduced some unknown things from the change in his expression. She smiled slyly, and said to Bo Ming: "You are so active in persuading me to join the religion and accepting me as a disciple. Will I compete with that An Zimo for the position of bishop?"

"Hehehe!" Bo Ming was guessed by Mu Yun, but he didn't dare to admit it, so he could only hide his nervousness with laughter, which also played a role in disturbing other people's minds.

"Looks like I guessed it right!" Mu Yun laughed.

Bo Ming didn't speak, but slowly took two steps forward, and then he suddenly stretched out his right hand, "Poof!", and ruthlessly inserted into the heart of one of the white-robed men from the back, blood like Flowing out like a spring.

"My lord, you, you..." The man turned around slowly, pointed at Bo Ming, and fell to the ground dead before finishing his sentence.

"Is he a spy placed by your side?" Mu Yun raised her eyebrows and asked with a playful smile.

"Hehehe!" Boming laughed again, "I am sure I am right, you are very smart!" A layer of white light suddenly emanated from his right wrist, slowly swallowing up the bloodstains.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with my offer?" Boming asked again.

"Then you let my friend go first." Mu Yun continued to bargain.

"No problem!" Birming readily agreed, "Bring him up!" He didn't turn around, but gave orders to the people behind him.

Zhan Tian was already awake at this time, cursing in his mouth: "F*ck! Who beat me just now?" He rubbed the sore spot with his bound hands and wrists, with an extremely angry expression on his face.

"Let him go!" Birming ordered again.

One of the men in white robes stepped forward and untied the light rope on Zhan Tian's wrist, then took a step back to make way for Zhan Tian. , said worriedly: "Mu Yun, didn't you promise him to join that ghost sect?"

"Presumptuous!" the man from Zhantian suddenly shouted.

Mu Yun gave Zhan Angel a wink, and then said happily: "His offer is so attractive, of course I can consider it, you go back first, don't worry about me."

How could Zhan Tian be willing to run for his life alone, he knew that Mu Yun was saving himself, "I won't go! Let's go together!" The rough Zhan Tian, ​​with a straight temper, is as stubborn as a cow.

"Get out!" Mu Yun stepped forward and kicked Zhan Tian's ass, sending him flying more than ten meters away. Then she gave Zhan Tian a strong wink, and Zhan Tian began to think about it. After a while, he shot Patting the dust off his body, he said reluctantly, "Let's go, why hit someone." After speaking, he turned and left.

"To join the Holy Cult, you must first leave a mark on your soul," Birming said. "This is just a means to prevent the believers from betraying. As long as you are loyal to the Holy Cult, this mark will not harm you." Any harm, come, I will imprint your soul right now." He stretched out his right palm, and a white ball of light the size of an egg appeared in his palm, and a thick white mist was faintly surging in the light ball.

An extremely cold breath hit Mu Yun's face, and Mu Yun couldn't help shivering. She subconsciously wanted to stretch out her right hand to block Bo Ming's overstretched palm, but found that her body could no longer move at this moment. , as if some powerful force had firmly imprisoned him.