The God Summoner is rubbish? I will summon Pangu!

Chapter 177: Let’s get someone rich. I won’t kill poor people.
I moved today, so this is just the one update. Sorry!
"What are you looking at?"

Just as everyone was staring at the center of the explosion, Mo Lang's voice rang out again.

He was seen standing beside Mo Liang with a relaxed look on his face, looking at the people from Tianyuan with a joking smile.

"Unscathed, how is that possible? Even a mythical creature wouldn't be unscathed at such a close distance!"

Seeing that Mo Lang was fine, many people in Tianyuan were shocked.

"Could it be that the other party's Heavenly Master has taken action?"

"He didn't make a move, and I sensed that the opponent's aura had indeed disappeared at that moment."

At this time, an old man in the Legend Realm frowned and stared at Mo Lang and said.

How did the other party manage to transfer himself without the help of Tianzun and without using the teleportation talisman?

"Boy, is your clone so strong?"

Mo Liang glanced at the mosquito that poked its head out of his arms and asked in surprise.

Because when Mo Liang brought Mo Lang here, Mo Lang used his seventy-two transformations to turn himself into a mosquito and crawled into Mo Liang's arms.

With Mo Liang around, it was naturally impossible for Mo Lang to be discovered by the other legendary boss.

The reason why he crawled into Mo Liang's arms was because he was afraid that the other party would notice his existence. After all, there were mosquitoes above the abyss, and anyone with a little bit of brains would react.

"I am invincible below the Grandmaster level, and I can defeat ten people at the level above the Grandmaster level."

Mo Lang said in a arrogant tone.

"Then what are you afraid of?" Mo Liang said speechlessly.

"It's a blessing in disguise. You don't understand the happiness of a fisherman." Mo Lang said.

"..."

Listening to Mo Lang's words, Mo Liang was indeed a little confused.

Because he always likes to just pick up the sword and chop.

After all, having cultivated to such a powerful level, I can’t reason with others.

If we can’t win, then we will talk about reason.

"But this kid's personality is very similar to that of his master, the old shady one."

Mo Liang muttered to himself.

"Itchy skin?"

At this moment, a faint voice sounded in Mo Liang's mind, which scared him.

Because this voice is his master's voice!

"Master, are you healed?"

Mo Liang immediately asked in his mind.

"Fortunately."

That vicissitudes of life voice sounded again.

"So, you showed up this time because of my junior brother?" Mo Liang asked.

"Yes and no."

Mo Liang's master's voice sounded again: "Those three people on the opposite side should remind your junior brother. They should be the reincarnations of these three old demigod guys."

"And you guys, hurry up. I feel like this war might start early and last a long time. Try to break through to the god level as soon as possible. I'm still optimistic about you brothers."

"Yes!" Mo Liang said solemnly.

At the same time, some spells and magical powers related to the three old demigods appeared in his mind.

"Have you found your junior sister in this life?"

"Not yet. After all, every time my junior sister reincarnates, no one knows her whereabouts before her memory awakens." Mo Liang felt a headache when he thought of his junior sister.

One reincarnation lasts a hundred years. It's almost a thousand years now. I should be able to succeed in this life.

"Then let her be. It's not convenient for me to show up yet. I'll leave the task of taking charge of the situation to you."

Master Mo Liang said: "I feel that there are many powerful auras in the demon and ghost realms. It is very likely that new god-level strongmen will appear this time, and there will be quite a lot of them. I hope this kid can grow up quickly."

"Junior brother, your growth rate is unprecedented. We must be on guard against attacks from powerful aliens."

Mo Liang couldn't help but marvel at the thought that Mo Lang had reached such a level in just one year.

"Ah."

The voice hummed and said nothing more.

He just muttered to himself above the sky and in the universe: "The Great Dao is hidden, without roots or duckweed, how strange it is."

……

... "How about two more?"

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Mo Lang couldn't help but speak again: "These two pieces of trash are not even appetizers."

"..."

Hearing Mo Lang's words, many people on Tianyuan's side glared at him, wishing they could take action directly.

But when they thought of Mo Lang's weirdness, they all endured it.

After all, as long as he enters the Tianyuan, this kid will surely die under their siege!

There is no need to lose more manpower now.

"No way, no way, you were yelling so loudly just now, but now you can endure more than a turtle?"

After Mo Lang finished speaking, he discovered that it actually rhymed and was even a punchline.

I couldn't help but praise myself in my heart, what a handsome rapper with potential.

"Let me try."

Seeing Mo Lang being so arrogant, one of the young men with a gloomy look walked out from behind.

When he saw this person, Mo Liang immediately sent the information about the other party given by his master to Mo Lang.

Because this person is the reincarnation of one of the three demigod-level old guys.

The real body is a thousand-year-old dragon.

There are even horns growing on the top of his head!
Once the snake turns into a dragon, and then turns into a dragon, the opponent is likely to become a god!
As for the so-called dragon clan, that is, their clan, they have reverted to their ancestral form and have some real dragon blood, but they are not the real dragon clan.

The real dragon is a creature that only exists in mythology.

Now that the other party has reincarnated and cultivated again, his strength has only reached the Grandmaster level.

But the Grandmaster realm of a demigod who reincarnates with his memories is not comparable to that of an ordinary Grandmaster.

The moment the other party stepped out, Mo Lang suddenly felt a pressure.

For the other party to reach the Grandmaster level, he must have mastered the power of a certain law to the fullest extent.

Your own time laws may not have much effect on the other party.

"But it's really exciting to be able to fight such an old monster."

Mo Lang planned to use the summoning god skill directly to surround and kill the opponent instantly.

Because he doesn't intend to reveal his full strength.

Make the other party have the illusion that his own strength is just average.

Otherwise, there is a high possibility that his true identity will be exposed this time.

If there is only one clone, the clone's strength is 80% of your own strength.

But he didn't want to expose his true identity, so he didn't let his clone take action.

When the time comes, when the other party comes to assassinate him, the clone can be regarded as a shield or bait.

Wait for the other party to take the bait and think he has killed you, then appear again and attack by surprise. It feels so good.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Mo Lang suddenly said, "There's no point in fighting like this. I won't get any benefit from killing you."

"How about we bet something?"

"What are you talking about betting on?"

Hearing Mo Lang's words, the young man named Jiao Hualong narrowed his eyes.

Is this guy so sure?

"Then let's bet 5 billion cultivation resources."

Mo Lang thought that as long as he had enough resources, he would be able to break through, so naturally he had to accumulate enough resources as soon as possible.

Try to become stronger as soon as possible, and then go to the ghost realm.

He didn't think that just because his sister was the reincarnation, she could control the ghost realm so easily.

Otherwise, he would have taken himself out to show off long ago.

"Fif billion cultivation resources? I don't have that many at the moment." The other party didn't expect Mo Lang to bet five billion cultivation resources as soon as he arrived.

The outside world is indeed very rich.

In comparison, Tianyuan is simply a slum.

"Not even five billion?"

Mo Lang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but look at the others and said:
"Let's get a rich guy instead. I won't kill poor people."

(End of this chapter)