The Almighty Summoner

"Aww!" Smelling the breath of the blood type, the bloodthirsty nature of the giant chapter of the demon emperor was aroused, and it kept roaring, making the whole cave tremble slightly.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Several thick black tentacles came up from below, whipping the members of the Guangming Sacred Cult. An Zimo roared again and again, and white balls of light continued to attack the tentacles from his palm, but the power of the light balls was far inferior The God's Light of Punishment is so big that when it hits the tentacles, it only delays the movement of the tentacles for a moment, and cannot cause substantial damage at all.

"Young master, if you don't retreat, it will be too late!" An Zimo's subordinates urged, "Hurry up, I'll stop this nasty octopus!"

"No!" An Zimo shouted, "Let's go together!" As he spoke, he pulled the subordinate with his hand and flew upwards.

Mu Yun wondered how An Zimo was able to fly in the air in this burrow?He poked his head out and looked up, and saw that An Zimo and all the white-robed people of Guangming Shengjiao were carrying a pair of white wings with a length of more than two meters on their backs. The wings kept flapping up and down to keep them safe in the air. not fall.

"Wings of Holy Light!" Mu Yun looked at the white wings behind them in surprise, and couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "The Holy Cult of Light is indeed the birthplace of the magic of the light department. They are still proficient in the long-lost spells in the Luo Continent."

"Mu Yun!" An Zimo suddenly glanced at Mu Yun's protruding head from the corner of his eye, and he was overjoyed, "That's great, you're not dead!" Come.

"You guys go first, I'll save people!" An Zimo stopped slightly and gave orders to his subordinates, then continued to fly towards the entrance of the underworld.

"Mu Yun!" Ming Shaodong also found Mu Yun in the black mist. He roared fiercely and rushed out of the black mist, with a two-meter-long black scythe in his hand, standing in the sky like the god of death in purgatory. His eyes were staring like a pair of copper bells, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and there was an extremely strong bloodlust all over his body, as if he was about to erupt at any moment, "Could it be that you killed all my evil boys?! "

"I'm not as cruel as you!" Mu Yun replied, "I won't kill children! Now they are all under my command."

"Go to hell!" Ming Shaodong became furious, losing what he loved made him unable to control his emotions. He waved the sickle in his hand, and a frightening black glow emanated from the blade of the sickle, "Woo!" The sound of the wind rang, and the black light of the black sickle suddenly swelled, turning into a super sickle about several feet long, and slashed towards the place where Mu Yun was standing.

An Zimo above was swept by the wind brought by the scythe, and was immediately knocked back, "Boom!" With a sound, his back hit the cave wall hard, and most of his whole body was sunken, "Pfft! "A big mouthful of blood spewed out of An Zimo's mouth, with a very painful expression on his face, "It's amazing!" He said in disbelief.

"Boom!" The huge scythe slashed at the entrance of the passage, and immediately split the rock several meters deep into a gully more than two feet wide. Mu Yun was agile and had already retreated into the passage.

"Young master!" Seeing that An Zimo was injured, the members of the Guangming Sacred Church flew over together. Ming Shaodong saw that the blow was missed, and his anger could not be vented, so he raised the death blade in his hand and pointed at Guangming in mid-air. The people of the holy religion chopped off.

"Leave me alone, let's go!" Seeing the scythe below strike again, An Zimo couldn't help yelling at his subordinates, but the speed of the scythe's attack was so fast, "Shua!" came with an electric shot, "Boom!" With a sound, the giant scythe chopped off the bodies of all the white-robed men, and then slashed deeply into the cave wall where An Zimo was.