Synthetic Summons

Chapter 383: Conquering the Undead Dharma Saint
"It's a great sage!" The hunchback undead sage screamed. This black-haired boy turned out to be a real sage, and he was a very high-ranking one.That's why it was possible to easily crush the 'Great Sage Strike' cast by the scroll.

Moreover, the boy's sword killed tens of thousands of undead creatures, as well as an undead magician.

This kind of strength, although some of the undead sages they know can do it, they definitely can't be as easy as the young man in front of them.

I didn't expect to meet a great sage in an ordinary small town... The two undead saints only felt that they were unlucky.

Compared to the depression of the Undead Sage, Lei Shize only felt both surprised and happy.He went from hell to heaven in the blink of an eye.

After the fiery red moon that illuminated the world dissipated, a huge fan-shaped crack in the ground formed under the city wall of Pearl Bay.Wherever the moon passes by, not a single blade of grass grows.

Only the scroll of 'One Strike of the Great Sage' is still floating in the void.This is because Fang Long controlled his strength and did not destroy this precious treasure.

With everyone watching, he stepped forward and grabbed this priceless treasure.

"Not bad." Fang Long chuckled, but his eyes fell on the undead creatures inside the collapsed city wall.

These undead creatures were lucky to avoid Shan Yue's attack because they rushed into the city wall and fought with human soldiers.

Fang Long snapped his fingers, and when he squeezed his fingers, a bullet of fighting spirit appeared in his hand.

Ding!The battle spirit bullet was thrown into the air by him.

"A hail of bullets," he said softly.

Immediately, the battle qi bullets turned into rain of bullets and fell from the sky. Every battle qi bullet was filled with 'half-step legendary' level of battle qi.

How could these undead creatures with an average level of no more than five ranks be able to block these battle spirit bullets.

Amidst muffled grunts, the undead creatures attacking the city were killed one by one.

Whether it is a powerful death knight, or a flesh-like stitched corpse, a gargoyle.

The rain of bullets in the sky is like long eyes, falling on their heads, one blow can completely wipe them out of the world, and even extinguish the fire of the soul.

However, the human soldiers and adventurers who were also standing under the "bullet rain" were not harmed at all.Fang Long's ability to control the "battle of bullets" has reached the level of each bullet!

The crisis of breaking the city was solved like this!
The next moment, the residents of Pearl Bay, who were already close to despair, cheered like a tsunami.

"It's the Black Dragon Knight! I've seen him before, the pride of our Saint Pangka Empire, the youngest dragon knight, Master Fang Long!" The sharp-eyed adventurer recognized Fang Long and cheered triumphantly.

These adventurers are strong men who took the initiative to set foot on the city wall to protect Pearl Bay at a critical moment. They knew that if the big city of Pearl Bay was captured, they would have no way out.It is also with the help of these adventurers that the undead creatures cannot break through the city wall in a short time.Otherwise, those guards whose strength was only at the first or second level would have been trampled down by the undead army long ago.

With the shouts on the city wall, the remaining two necromancers heard the name of 'Fang Long'.

"It's the nemesis of the undead, Fang Long from Matt Town!" The hunchback suddenly felt cold. He is a veteran magician and knows some recent actions of the upper echelons of the Dark Empire.

He had heard of it, and it was said that in that small place in Matt Town, many undead saints died.The Council of the Dead and the Dark Empire have masters working in this small place.And the guardian there is the black dragon knight Fang Long!

The necromancers who knew the inside story even gave him the title of "Death Buster", because this guy seemed to be born to target the necromancers.

From the original Black Spirit Organization, the underground ruins, to the later undead mages attacking Matt Town, the undead tribe has never gotten half of the benefits from this guy. Meeting this guy means bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Even, Tuo Zi vaguely heard that a few days ago Princess Nine brought several saints in the family to flatten Namat Town and remove Fang Long's thorn in his side from the world.But now, this Fang Long is still alive and well.Could it be that Fang Long happened to be out?Haven't met the group of Princess Nine?

"Why, you seem to have heard of me?" Fang Long looked directly at the hunchback undead magician.

The distance between the two was nearly 5000 meters, but as long as the hunchback Fasheng came into contact with Fang Long's golden pupils, he would know that he was being targeted by the other party.And the other party said this sentence to him.

"Hmph, of course I know you, the youngest saintly powerhouse, Fang Long." The hunchback Fasheng said solemnly: "Now it seems that you should be called the youngest great saintly powerhouse."

"Hehe, you look very calm." Fang Long chuckled.

"Hmph, if I were you, I wouldn't interfere with the affairs of Pearl Bay." Fasheng the hunchback sneered and said, "I advise you to go back to your Matt Town as soon as possible. If you hurry up, it will be too late to regret gone."

"Oh? What are you necromancers going to do against Matt Town?" Fang Long shrugged and smiled.

"It's okay to tell you." The hunchback Fasheng said in a deep voice: "The nine princesses of our dark empire have already brought several great saints to Matt Town. If you are fast, you may still be able to see the destroyed Matt Town, hahaha!"

The hunchback Fasheng knew that the Ninth Princess' target was the young Fang Long, so he told the information directly and wanted Fang Long to rush back to Matt Town.

There, Princess Nine and several great saints can deal with this boy.As for himself, he might still be able to save his life.

"I thought you were going to say something." Fang Long scratched his chin and said with a smile: "I just met your nine princesses and six undead saints yesterday. The process of our meeting was quite pleasant. It’s too late. Then your six undead sages have been slaughtered by me, as for the nine princesses—is it the one called the Nine Finger Witch? She came over with another clone, and I also exploded.”

what?
Slaughtered... Slaughtered?

These three words suddenly echoed infinitely in the mind of the hunchback Fasheng like a computer endless loop.

"No, you must be lying! Even if you are a great saint, you can't face seven great saints at once!" The hunchback Fasheng roared, but the next moment his roar sounded like fate being strangled by the throat Same, no more sound.

Because Fang Long in the distance was smiling, playing with six core objects glowing with terrifying energy in his hands.

The six energy cores carry the aura of undead energy everywhere. These undead auras are so powerful, far exceeding the holy level, definitely belonging to the level of the great saint!

Although it was the first time to see these core objects, the hunchback Fasheng could guess that these six cores should be part of the body of a great saint-level powerhouse.

It is also the spoils of this young Fang Long.

All in all, it seems that the six Great Saint-level Necromancers are really farting away?

Despair filled his mind, and the hunchback's body was crumbling like he was drunk.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Fang Long looked at the hunchback with a smile.

Although he didn't make any extra moves, the undead summons on the entire battlefield stopped attacking.Only some stupid ghouls still gnawing.

Raising hands, turning clouds and rain, this is the influence of high-end power on the entire battle situation.

A look of sadness appeared in the eyes of the hunchback Fasheng. This young man is indeed worthy of the title of 'Undead Buster'.However, even if he died, he would die vigorously.

The next moment, from his hump, a tsunami-like yellow, vicious corpse water poured out... Above his head, the Nine Nether Source Sea was opened, and the energy inside was poured into his body.

His physical body and the undead energy in his body were all transformed into corpse water and rolled towards Fang Long.

This is his final blow!Comparable to the power of the curse.

"Actually, you can choose to run away. If you run away fast enough, I don't have time to chase such a small person like you." Fang Long said, raising his right palm horizontally, aiming at the hunchback Fasheng.

The light of gunnery gathered in his palm.

This time, he only used one-thousandth of his power to turn it into a blow from a cannonball.

But now his strength, even if it is one-thousandth of the strength, is more terrifying than the power of the forbidden curse!
A beam of light with a diameter of more than a thousand meters exploded. This is a cannon technique that has not been compressed by the Great Sage's law!
The tsunami-like corpse water of the hunchback undead saint, together with his body and the undead summons in a square formation behind him, were reduced to ashes in the beam of light.

In the blink of an eye, two-thirds of the army of undead had fallen forever, returning to the embrace of their dear god of death.

"The last one." Fang Long looked at the skull-like Dharma Saint, and locked his sniper eyes on him.

The skull-shaped Dharma Saint could feel that if he dared to resist, he would definitely be greeted by the opponent's violent attack.

But...the other party is obviously powerful, but why doesn't he just kill him, instead he talks nonsense to him?Is it to show superiority?
No, a strong man at the Great Saint level would not be so boring.Unless, the other party wants to save his life!
"Can I...can I choose to surrender to you?" The skeleton-shaped Dharma Saint suddenly realized something, and asked tentatively.

"Haha, smart guy. Your brain is not as rotten as those two idiots in front." Fang Long laughed: "Then, sacrifice your soul fire, let me brand the ban, from now on... You are my slave."

He really needs a necromancer, the more experienced the better, the better if he is above sanctuary level.

Because he needs to understand the necromancer and the power of death.

In this way, his other primordial spirit can better understand the dead space attached to the Nine-Fingered Witch Claw.

After his other soul found the exit of the dead space, he became more interested in that mysterious space.Start trying to parse that space.

In that space, the power of death is everywhere, and there are monsters formed by the condensed power of death.

And the person who knows the power of death best is the Necromancer.

The skull-shaped Dharma Saint hurriedly approached Fang Long, bowed his head and knelt in front of Fang Long.Then he stretched out his hands and sacrificed his soul.

In this way, the opponent can shatter his primordial spirit with a light pinch.But he had to.

His primordial spirit is also close to the soul fire of undead creatures, but it is somewhat different.This is the price paid by the necromancers after gaining a huge lifespan.

(End of this chapter)