Allure Summoner

The Beiming Pavilion, which is like spring all the year round, has been destroyed beyond recognition.

There were footprints all over the green lawn, and the occasional butterflies interspersed with flowers were also torn to pieces by spiritual power.

Where does it look like a piece of paradise.

Duanmuming stood on the top of the tower with Jun Qianxi in his arms, looking down at the dark group of people divided into three directions.

The flags of Lingxiao Palace and Yuling Palace were raised high, but the flags of those forces in the south were a head shorter than them.

From a distance, Dongfang Lingyun and Ximen Yushi could be seen.

They were all standing below, their bodies slightly bent, and the one who was enshrined by them like a god was a two-person middle-aged man.

"It turned out to be two low-level gods. Think about it, only such low-level people will come out to make trouble at this time!"

The little soldier lay on the window sill, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he could clearly detect the other party's realm.

They didn't hide it, and the people below immediately noticed their existence.

Dongfang Lingyun and Ximen Yushi stepped forward almost at the same time, each whispering to the lower god standing in front of them.

There is no need to think about the content at all, it is nothing more than introducing Jun Qianxi and Duanmu Ming.

"Master Yan, what do you think should be done next?"

Dongfang Lingyun bent slightly, his eyes were full of surprise.

He never expected that when he was at a loss what to do, a god would actually descend from the sky to help him attack Beiming Pavilion.

Moreover, there was no loss of a single soldier, and it came here so smoothly!

"Do you need to deal with the two people who have not reached the ninth level of the Holy Land?"

With his hands behind his back, Yan Hui looked at people from the corner of his eyes from the beginning to the end.

I'm so tired of being assigned to this place at the juncture of the battle of the Fourth Palace to help this group of ants attack the lingering undead clan.

Song Qizhong also showed displeasure with him. The Battle of the Four Palaces was the first step to becoming famous. If they were sent out now and it was too late to return, it would mean that they would never have a bright future.

Finally advancing to the God Realm, but missing the battle of the Fourth Palace, this is really more uncomfortable than killing them.

"Now that the formation has been broken, what are you waiting for? Why don't you go and uproot the undead?"

After being reprimanded by him, Ximen Yushi hastily agreed...

Xiao Bing snorted coldly, and said: "Have Qiongyu Palace and Fentian Palace eaten their guts? Want to destroy my undead clan? They must be killed!"

The faces of the two inferior gods in the lead changed, why would anyone know their origins?

"Two low-level gods dare to come to Beiming to be presumptuous. Since you want to die, then you will be fulfilled!"

As soon as his words fell, the power of the soul spread rapidly, all the doors of the black tower were opened for a moment, and the skeleton soldiers hidden in the tower came out in full force.

This was far from enough, the spreading soul power caused a slight shock under the control of Xiao Bing, and this shock made people below the sixth level of the Holy Realm die instantly.

"Undead Call" followed closely.

"Duanmuming, those two inferior gods are entrusted to you!"

Xiao Bing turned pale after performing his stunts one after another. Now that most of the undead clan is sealed in Undead Island, he must support the glory that belongs to the undead alone.

Jun Qianxi put her hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Little soldier, remember, no matter where you are, you will never be the only one fighting!"