Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2882 Necronomicon

"Who are you?" Mo Xian frowned slightly. These people were like evil spirits in hell, lifeless, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"You don't need to know this, get out of here immediately." The dry voice said, obviously already carrying a trace of murderous intent.

Mo Xian frowned slightly. Could it be that they sent someone to pass that jade talisman, but he didn't know these people at all.

"Do you know these people?" Mo Xian asked Tang Song beside him.

Tang Song was flipping through his pamphlet, which recorded many secrets on the mainland, but he didn't seem to mention these weird people in front of him.

"Have you considered it?" The dry voice was a little impatient.

"Sorry, our goal is the top of the mountain!" Mo Xian said flatly.

"Alright, then I'll give you a ride!" Said in a dry voice, and took out a sword as pale as bones.

The weird people behind him also pulled out their weapons one after another. Although the shapes were different, they all gave off a very eerie feeling.

"I see, these are people from the Necromancer Race!" Tang Song exclaimed suddenly.

"Heh, little girl, you know a lot!" said with a dry voice, "If a girl as young as you is refined into my body, it should be very good."

"Another ancient clan?" Mo Xian said.

"That's right, the necromancers hide deeper. They used to be the public enemies of the mainland." Tang Song said, she also accidentally heard people in the door think that the elders had mentioned the necromancers.

Now there are basically no records about the major ancient clans on the mainland, let alone the dead spirit clan.

"Public Enemy of the Mainland?" With a dry voice, he sneered and said, "It's just that those who claim to be righteous are afraid of our clan's strength, so they jointly suppressed it. They killed many more people than our Necromancers."

"The exercises you cultivate are extremely vicious, and most of them require living sacrifices, and in order to refine corpse puppets, you specifically hunt and kill those famous masters. Is it wrong to eradicate you?" Tang Song asked with a blushing face.

"Hmph, it's just that the methods are different. We Necromancers are just a little more direct. Forget it, why bother talking nonsense to you!" He said in a dry voice, and as soon as he lifted the ancient sword in his hand, the shocking death aura immediately spread.

Everything around was instantly polluted, the plants withered and died, and even the ground turned black.

The Necromancers are too weird, it's hard not to be regarded as public enemies.

Not only Mo Xian and the others were attacked by the Necromancers, but the same situation happened everywhere in Tianming Mountain.

Anyone who entered here was attacked by the Necromancers.

For a time, Tianming Mountain was filled with mourning.

The methods of the Necromancers are very strange, especially their corpse puppets.

At this moment, Mo Xian and the others were facing dozens of such corpse puppets.

One of them, which Mo Xian still knew, was Ghost Shadow.

He buried the ghost with his own hands, but he didn't expect to be turned into a corpse by the Necromancer.

"Damn it!" Seeing that familiar but dull face, Mo Xian couldn't help but curse.

"Wouldn't it be a pity to bury such a fine corpse!" the ghost-controlling person from the Necromancers said with a smirk.

"Hmph, it seems that you are not unreasonable to be regarded as public enemies!" Mo Xian snorted coldly, rushed out frantically, and raised his hand to see a few lightning marks of heavenly power.

Tianwei Thunderlane has the supreme power of the sky, theoretically speaking, it should be the nemesis of people like the Necromancers.

Those members of the Necromancer Race were indeed a little apprehensive, and rushed out one after another, allowing the corpse puppets to step up.

"Boom..."

Mo Xian blasted those corpse puppets into burnt bodies with one blow, but they roared and rushed towards Mo Xian and the others, and the one who took the lead was Ghost Shadow.

Although he knew that Ghost Shadow was just a puppet now, Mo Xian still hesitated.

It was at this moment of hesitation that Ghosting had rushed forward and punched hard.

Startled, Mo Xian hastily threw out a punch to resist, and his body was thrown upside down by the shock.

Although it is just a corpse puppet, the ghost still retains a strong strength, even stronger than before.

"Why, it's hard to deal with people you know well!" Everyone in the Necromancer clan laughed grimly.

"I'm sorry!" Mo Xian said inwardly, the thunder pattern in his hand flashed, and it was imprinted fiercely on the ghost's chest.

"Bang!" The ghost flew out directly, his chest exploded, and lightning arcs surged all over his body, quickly disintegrating the dead energy in his body.

He quickly stabilized his figure and attacked Mo Xian again.

Mo Xian gritted his teeth and continued to attack the ghost.

In addition to Han Ling'er, Su Wu, Tang Song and others have also been entangled.

However, the necromancers clearly miscalculated the strength of Mo Xian and his party this time.

As the corpse puppets were eliminated one by one, the faces of the Necromancers became more and more ugly.

It seems that they made a wrong decision to deal with Mo Xian.

"Ah……"

At this time, Mo Xian suddenly yelled violently, and the thunder light flickered on his fist, which slammed fiercely on the ghostly broken body.

He couldn't save Ghosting, but he couldn't let Ghosting be regarded as a tool for killing people like this, so he could only give him a ride.

"withdraw!"

The person headed by the Necromancer clan let out a low cry, and his figure suddenly turned into a stream of dead energy, which swept out quickly.

The others did the same, turning into a cloud of black air and rushing away into the distance.

Mo Xian was about to chase, but was stopped by Tang Song: "We have been corroded by death energy now, we must clear it immediately, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Mo Xian hurriedly checked, and sure enough, he found that there was some dead energy in his body, and he was constantly trying to erode his flesh and blood, but basically to no avail, which may have something to do with his physical strength.

Very easily, he cleared the dead energy in his body.

Tang Song and others had a lot of trouble and took a long time, all of them were pale.

"The Necromancers have appeared again, we must reunite with our senior sister immediately." Tang Song said.

"Do you know where she is?" Mo Xian asked.

"I don't know!" Tang Song's expression darkened.

At this time, several warriors ran over panting, followed by a large group of black dead energy.

"Hurry up, those weirdos are coming!" After seeing Mo Xian and the others, the warriors shouted.

"Necronomicon again?" Mo Xian said, looking at the dead air billowing not far away.

"It should be!" Tang Song nodded.

"What are you still hesitating about? Those strange people are very powerful, and they can even bring the dead back to life." A warrior said anxiously.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Mo Xian rushing towards the black mist, and he was dumbfounded.

When there was still some distance from the cloud of black air, Mo Xian slammed Wei Leiwen directly, blasting the black air away in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, several embarrassing figures fell from the air, they should be members of the Necromancer clan.

"There are people who are not afraid of death!" A necromancer sneered, trying to summon his own puppet.

(End of this chapter)