The God Summoner is rubbish? I will summon Pangu!

Chapter 200 Thorough investigation!

"Why did you come out early?"

Wu Zun looked at Mo Lang in surprise, and then was stunned when he saw that Mo Lang was actually riding a sky-horned ant.

"Fuck! You tamed a Sky-Horned Ant?"

"Isn't this just a matter of having hands?"

Mo Lang pretended to be disgusted and said: "Uncle Master, you look so unsophisticated. It's a bit embarrassing."

boom!
Wu Zun punched Mo Lang directly on the head, and a bump immediately appeared on the latter's head.

"You little bastard, you have no respect for your elders."

Wu Zun glared at Mo Lang, then looked at Mo Lang and said, "How is it?"

“Simple and easy to grasp.”

Mo Lang said: "It's just that God is merciful. One person collected some protection money and spared their lives."

"Why don't you go over and ask your elders for money?"

Mo Lang glared at the demons behind him and said, "Don't forget that you made a great oath. One billion per person will be the ransom."

"Yes Yes Yes."

These monsters immediately walked to the side of the Taoist Priest Tuo in shame.

"How is this possible!? It's not..."

Taoist Tuo was just about to say that if there weren't people from the Demon Realm coming, why would this happen? But if Martial Lords knew that he had joined forces with people from the Demon Realm again, I'm afraid a few more Demon Lords would die.

What he didn't expect was that the three old monsters were all dead.

Could it be that no one came from the Demon Realm?

That's not right. The horn ants have appeared. Could it be that...

Taoist Crocodile couldn’t imagine, if those people’s attacks all failed, how perverted this kid must be!

Those people are from the top ten families in the Demon Realm. Even if they are not the top geniuses of those families, their realms are so much higher, so they still lost?
What a bunch of good-for-nothings!
"It's nothing, just transfer the money quickly."

Mo Lang urged with a bandit-like look on his face.

"Here's 15 billion. Give it to you."

Taoist Tuo didn't say much and directly threw 15 billion resources to Mo Lang.

Now he was anxious to go back and ask what happened inside.

"Wait! Did you forget something?"

When Wu Zun saw that Taoist Tu was about to leave, he immediately stopped him.

"for you!"

The Taoist priest regretted his decision so much that he even wanted to beat up the guys on his side.

Oh shit.

You didn’t come out earlier or later. You came out just after I made a vow, right?

The Taoist Crocodile tore off his arm and threw it directly to Wu Zun.

Just when the Taoist Priest Crocodile threw it out, the broken arm suddenly enlarged and revealed its original form: it was a crocodile leg several kilometers long!

The golden skin, full of metallic texture, sparkles brightly under the sunlight, like a towering mountain made of gold.

Each scale was clearly visible, sharp as a knife, and exuding a chilling aura. The thick muscle lines were like the tangled roots of an ancient tree, containing the power to destroy the world.

The crisscross pattern on the crocodile's legs seemed like ancient mysterious runes, telling of endless vicissitudes and majesty. When the breeze blew, the skin trembled slightly, making a dull sound, like thunder rolling in the clouds.

Even though it was just a broken arm, the aura it exuded made the geniuses' hearts palpitate and even their legs go weak, as if they could not withstand this powerful pressure at all.

Even Mo Lang had the same feeling, as if a drop of the opponent's blood was enough to kill him!

That terrifying aura seemed to be from a creature of completely different level!

You know, this is just a broken arm, but it can cause such power. If a true demigod-level strongman takes action, what a terrifying scene it would be.

Could it be true that the stars would be blown up like in the novels?

Mo Lang discovered that the demigod-level strongmen in later generations were far from as simple as he had imagined.

It seems that they are no worse than the characters in the novels of the previous life.

Perhaps, if he wanted to become a mythical strongman, the degree of his bloodline reversion might become higher and higher. Fortunately, Wu Zun blocked this breath in time, otherwise many Tianjiao might have lost their Taoism.

After all, the feeling of oppression is too strong, and even many people in the legendary realm cannot stand this powerful feeling of oppression.

Mo Lang took a rough look and found that only the nine Heavenly Lords who were in charge of Tianyuan and a few Heavenly Lords who had no more than one skill were able to remain calm.

"Where's my son Wang Yuan?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man from the Wang family asked in a panic.

"Where's my son Zhao Qian?"

"My daughter Yang..."

"..."

Soon, after seeing that the geniuses brought by Mo Lang did not show up, many people immediately asked the surviving members of their family in panic.

"Don't ask. Some were killed by me, and some were killed by others."

Seeing this, Mo Lang spoke directly.

Mo Lang spared no one who defected to the demon clan.

In his opinion, betrayal is like cheating, there are only zero times and countless times.

This time you surrendered to the enemy for your life, and you will do the same next time.

Rather than killing him directly.

“Kill him?!”

"You killed my daughter?!"

"You boy!"

Hearing Mo Lang's words, many people went crazy, their eyes instantly turned red, and their eyeballs seemed to pop out of their eye sockets. Their eyes were filled with disbelief, extreme anger, and endless hatred, as if they wanted to eat Mo Lang alive.

Their breathing became rapid and heavy, their chests rose and fell violently, and low roars came from their throats, like injured beasts. Their teeth were clattering, their facial muscles were twisted in anger, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging, each one clearly visible.

However, when they saw Wu Zun beside Mo Lang, no one took action. Instead, they looked at Wu Zun and said, "Senior Wu, this kid killed his own kind. You must give us an explanation for this!"

Wu Zun didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Lang.

He knew that Mo Lang was not a fool, since he dared to come forward and admit that he had killed someone.

Then there is a reason to kill them.

"If you want an explanation, then I'll give it to you."

Mo Lang took out his mobile phone and projected the screen into the air.

It immediately shows what those who voted for the enemy said.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you. If you don't want to die, don't stop me!"

"Our ancestors died long ago. They have no right to interfere in our affairs!"

"That's right, as long as I can stay alive, what's wrong with surrendering to the enemy?"

"..."

And so on. In short, he said all kinds of unscrupulous, disrespectful to teachers and ancestors, and extremely unfilial words.

After all, people are selfish like this.

When you like to do bad things, find excuses for yourself and seek inner comfort.

After seeing these scenes, those who were angry and wanted to eat Mo Lang alive lowered their heads one by one.

This is simply embarrassing and embarrassing at grandma’s house.

If I had known earlier, I should have smashed these beasts into the wall!
"What do you think? Should he be killed?"

Before Mo Lang could say anything, Wu Zun looked at those families with a gloomy face.

At the same time, the pressure of the demigod level was spreading, and he said in a cold voice: "It is said that if the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked. It seems that it is necessary to let the Demon Slayer Army thoroughly investigate your families!"

In an instant, the terrifying pressure swept over like a surging tide, suffocating people. The space seemed to be frozen under this pressure, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Wu Zun's voice was like a cold curse from the abyss of the underworld, icy and bone-chilling, making people shudder. Under this powerful pressure, the bodies of the families trembled involuntarily, and their faces turned pale as paper.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if the end of the world had come. Some people's legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, sweat pouring down their cheeks.

(End of this chapter)