Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2957
There are dozens of necromancer masters in the field, the lowest strength is the Seven Star Martial Lord, and the strongest seems to be a quasi-sage.

This kind of strength is still very powerful for a warrior who has just entered the holy realm, and this is also the reliance of the Necromancers.

Facing the attacks of the crowd, Mo Xian did not move, allowing dozens of various attacks and spiritual treasures to hit him.

"drink!"

At the moment of attacking the body, Mo Xian yelled violently, a strange energy layer suddenly appeared on his body, and there were extremely strong fluctuations between the inhalation and exhalation.

Those powerful attacks were blocked immediately, unable to advance any further.

The faces of the Necromancers sank, and they tried their best to stabilize their attacks.

The corner of Mo Xian's mouth raised, he clenched his fist violently, and all the attacks flew out at a faster speed.

"Well……"

The Necromancers snorted, and retreated several times involuntarily. In some instances, the corners of the mouths of the weaker ones had blood overflowing.

"Hehe, if you want to deal with me, you'd better find someone who can fight!" Mo Xian said with some disdain, he didn't pay attention to these people at all.

"Don't be arrogant!" An old man from the Necromancer roared angrily, and a black token instantly appeared in his hand, emitting very mysterious fluctuations.

Seeing this, other necromancers took out the same tokens one after another.

After sacrificing the token, all the Necromancers began to pronounce some strange syllables.

Mo Xian felt dizzy for a while, and his vision was a little blurred.

The necromancers cast a very special secret technique in their clan, which requires at least dozens of people to perform it together. Using the dead energy in their bodies, they can condense a powerful attack. Even if Mo Xian is a saint, he will be defeated. They beheaded.

Rich black death energy gushes out from each Necromancer, and after passing through the token, it instantly evolves into a rune.

These runes condensed with each other again, forming a huge and solid rune, and the tyrannical force caused the air to disperse in an instant.

"Death!" The Necromancers yelled at the same time, the veins on their foreheads swelled up, as if they were about to burst.

"Buzz!"

The rune trembled rapidly and slammed at Mo Xian fiercely.

"Hehe, is it just this level? I thought it was something powerful!" Mo Xian sneered, and after taking a step, he punched the rune.

"boom!"

The rune shattered instantly, dissipating into bits and pieces.

"Bang bang..." The tokens in the hands of the Necromancers exploded one after another, and those who were hit hard flew out one after another, blood spurting wildly.

Mo Xian smiled mockingly, then moved his body, stepping on the body of the Necromancer and rushed over.

"Are you sure they won't affect us?" Ding Xiang looked at the murderous Mo Xian in the picture and sneered.

"I said no, I just won't!" Bibi sneered, she was obviously worried deep in her beautiful eyes, and she didn't know what she was worried about.

"I hope so. I don't know if those trash from the Necromancer Race can stop him!" Ding Xiang sneered, and with a quick swipe of his palm, the screen disappeared.

In front of them, dozens of warriors were suspended, as if they were asleep, as if they were conducting some mysterious discussions.

Along the way, Mo Xian encountered people from the Necromancer tribe one after another.

The Necromancers had been silent for many years, so when they appeared this time, they were naturally extremely powerful, but in front of Mo Xian, they had no power to fight back.

Three days later, when Mo Xian defeated another wave of Necromancers, he finally reached the top of the altar.

This is a huge hall, but there are already many strong people in it, and there are even several strong people in the holy realm.

They were all members of the Necromancer clan, and they seemed to be waiting for Mo Xian to appear.

"Hehe, you finally appeared!" A middle-aged man in black slowly stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "My humble Luo Li, an elder of the Necromancer clan!"

"I don't care who you are!" Mo Xian shouted violently, raised his hand and punched Luo Li.

Luo Li's face darkened, and he quickly pointed out a finger.

Fists and fingers collided, and Mo Xian couldn't help but take a few steps back.

After all, he had been fighting continuously for a long time, and this time it was obviously a master of the Necromancer Race.

"Mo Xian, we have no enmity, and this matter is out of your control. If you leave now, I, the Necromancer, will treat it as if nothing happened!" Luo Li said lightly, Mo Xian's strength, It has already made them not want to entangle with Mo Xian anymore, at least not now.

"Nonsense!" Mo Xian said immediately, and the sole of his foot stepped heavily on the ground, and Ling Tian's domineering aura immediately evaporated from his body.

At the same time, an extremely strong force swept away, directly knocking back the Necromancers by tens of meters.

"Sure enough, a boy born from a hero!" Luo Li sneered, "Kill him!"

All the Necromancers rushed up immediately, roaring angrily, showing no fear of death at all.

Mo Xian had a murderous look on his face, and his figure moved quickly among the crowd. Every time he made a gesture, someone would fly out screaming.

Luo Li's complexion became more and more ugly, and Mo Xian's strength seemed to be somewhat beyond his control.

While he was in a daze, he realized that Mo Xian had suddenly appeared in front of him, and his arm that had turned into a dragon's claw quickly attacked his chest.

"Damn it!" Luo Li's complexion changed, and he immediately resisted.

"Shua!" Amidst the ear-piercing sound of breaking wind, Luo Li's palm flew high and let out a scream.

"Damn it!" He retreated violently, clutching his arm that was severed at the wrist, and thick dead air and blood were overflowing from it.

The complexions of the Necromancers instantly became ugly. Mo Xian was so powerful that it seemed impossible to stop them with people like them.

"It seems that I still underestimated you, haha..." Luo Li laughed loudly, his broken wrist squirmed strangely, and a new arm grew out very quickly, "Unfortunately, I have a pure Necromancy blood, you can't kill me at all!".

"I don't care what your bloodline is, if you dare to block my way, you will die!" Mo Xian sneered, and suddenly rushed towards Luo Li, pointing his fingers together like swords, and quickly tapped on Luo Li, without giving him any breath. Chance.

"Pfft..."

Several blood holes quickly appeared on Luo Li's body, and blood and death energy gushed out continuously.

In the end, Mo Xian pointed at Luo Li's eyebrows, and his sharp energy directly pierced Luo Li's head.

Luo Li staggered back a few steps, and the Yin Hong between his eyebrows looked very dazzling.

"Cuckoo..." His Adam's apple rolled up and down, making weird noises. He obviously didn't expect that Mo Xian didn't play cards according to common sense at all, and attacked directly.

But soon, Mo Xian's pupils suddenly shrank.

But Luo Li, who had lost all breath and tilted his head to one side, suddenly raised his head as if he had returned to the light, and looked at him mockingly.

"Haha, as I said, you can't kill me at all!" Luo Li laughed mockingly.

(End of this chapter)