The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 377 Unreliable Summoning, Li Jing, the No. [-] Swordsman of the Great Merchants
Hades!

Is there a Hades in this world?
The undead couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words.After they were stunned for a moment, someone snorted disdainfully: "Pretending to be a ghost, if there is a Hades, why are we here?"

"It's ridiculous. Hades already collapsed in ancient times. How can there be Hades in this world?"

"Hmph, everyone, don't talk nonsense with him. We came here suddenly, and I'm afraid we have something to do with him. Let's take down this kid together and torture him."

"Jie Jie, the treasure under this kid's feet does not look ordinary. It is easy to take this kid down, but there is only one treasure."

Mo Chen looked at the chaos below, with a look of disdain on his face.

These idiots, do you really think that you are at their mercy?

Mo Chen was disdainful and didn't bother to pay attention to the messy scene below.He glanced at the large number of undead still gathering here, as well as those undead standing proudly above the sky, each of which looked extraordinary, and couldn't help but feel a little more surprised.

In this sea area alone, there are three undead of four-star Gold Core Realm.I don't know if it's because the reincarnation station deliberately summons the best, or if four-star undead are so common in this world.

And when Mo Chen was paying attention to them, those undead in the Jindan realm were also watching Mo Chen.

The ghost king of Yinshan Mountain had an extremely indifferent expression, his dark abyss-like eyes were devoid of any emotion.He looked at Mo Chen indifferently, and a slight surprise flashed in his eyes.This person is really weird, he is obviously not at the level of supernatural powers, but his strength is comparable to that of ordinary golden elixir.

Moreover, there seemed to be a huge power hidden in him.

Interesting, let me try your strength.

The ghost king of Yinshan Mountain had a flat expression, and his right hand, which was whiter than a woman's, flicked his fingers at the void.

However, the frozen sea below suddenly exploded, countless ice swept towards Mo Chen like an indestructible sharp blade, and like a terrible storm tearing apart the heavens and the earth.The storm whizzed past, and the sharp ice blades tore the air apart, making a frightening hiss, making people feel uneasy.

At the same time, the giant snake hundreds of feet in length and width rose into the sky, raised its head and let out a roar that shook the world.

"Yan."

Accompanied by the roar like a dragon's chant, there was a sudden gust of wind between the heaven and the earth, and a tornado piercing the sky and the earth rose out of thin air, tearing the sea surface into a crack that could not be healed for a long time, and headed towards Mo Chen's direction.

The tornado galloped past, like a magic weapon tearing through the sky, easily strangling the undead standing in front of it.

For a moment, there were sounds of cursing everywhere on the sea surface, as well as the exclamation and wailing of many undead fleeing.

"Damn it, this is the supernatural power of the demon snake Qingyan, it really is so strong."

"Demon Snake Yanqing, the name of the number one ghost king in South Asia is truly well-deserved."

"Damn bastard, what the hell is this?"

"help me."

Looking at the commotion below and the undead strangled by the storm, Mo Chen frowned slightly.These are the nourishment of Hades, how can they be so wasted.

He glanced lightly at the freezing storm that was approaching in an instant, shook his head slightly and said, "This is not good."

As Mo Chen said, he pinched the formula taught by the Samsara Platform, and made purple divine lines in the void.Hundreds of divine patterns gathered in the sky above the reincarnation stage, evolving into pieces of gorgeous articles, like a mysterious and unparalleled formation.

At some point, Mo Chen whispered in his ears.

"Time and space are boundless and endless. Destiny is immortal, and the true spirit lasts forever. In the name of reincarnation, let the vanished existence reappear."

The demon snake Yanqing heard Mo Chen's whisper, and snorted disdainfully: "The mere human ants who have broken the limit really think that they can do whatever they want with the help of a spirit treasure. This deity just happens to be short of a magic weapon right now, but it's a coincidence."

The Demon Snake stared at the reincarnation platform under Mo Chen's feet, his eyes were full of greed.

This treasure can summon so many undead, and at least it is a high-level spiritual treasure, and it may even be a legendary Taoist weapon forged by immortal gods.However, with this kid's ability, the ability to display the treasure is too short.After all, it is not easy to consume mana to drive high-level treasures.

At this moment, the purple divine patterns converged in front of Mo Chen, evolving into a portal about one foot long.

But seeing the harsh storm sweeping in, before it touched the purple portal, it seemed that it had encountered an indestructible obstacle.A faint purple light curtain enveloped the Samsara Terrace with a radius of several tens of feet, rippling faintly under the sweep of the storm.

Countless ice blades whizzed past like magic soldiers, hitting the thin purple mask, like snowballs colliding with divine gold, and instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the sky.

Sensing the completion of the summoning and the terrifying sword intent behind the portal, Mo Chen suddenly felt a little more excited.He glanced at the storm that couldn't break the mask, then glanced at the magic snake lightly, and said with a sneer: "Idiot, of course you can do whatever you want if you have treasures!"

Hearing the words, the snake was so angry that its scales opened and closed slightly, and its eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

This bastard!

It snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Boy, I want to see how long your treasure can last. Human ants like domestic animals dare to run rampant in front of our Qinghai Demon Snake Clan."

As soon as the magic snake finished speaking, a strong voice sounded out of thin air: "Where is the evildoer, making noise here."

Along with the sound of that voice, a middle-aged man in a lavender robe came out of the door.He has an elegant and handsome face, his eyes open and close like sharp swords, and his long beard flutters under the storm. He looks full of a gentleman's style.

The middle-aged man coldly glanced at the magic snake in the distance and the endless undead below, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

What kind of place is this? It's such an apocalyptic scene.

Millions of sprites and monsters gather in the world, how dirty and filthy is this world?

The middle-aged man sighed in his heart, turned to look at Mo Chen, shook his head and said: "Although I have been summoned, but due to the constraints of fate, I can't take care of these evil obstacles myself. My little friend dares to face so many ghosts and monsters, but He is also a rare warrior in our human race. You and I met here by chance, and I see that my little friend still has a bit of foundation in swordsmanship, so I will teach you one style of swordsmanship, and return the world to the world!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he stepped forward in the void, turning into a seemingly imaginary sharp sword, and directly plunged into the center of Mo Chen's eyebrows.

Before Mo Chen could react, he felt a sharp pain between his brows.

He stared blankly at the disappearing middle-aged man, couldn't help rolling his eyes helplessly, and complained about the reincarnation platform in his heart.

I'll go, why don't you be so weak!

Can one style of swordsmanship return to the world?
The millions of undead below you are dead people, no, they are dead people in the first place.However, it doesn't seem to make any difference, as for that type of swordsmanship.Mo Chen was anxious, feeling the sword intent condensed in the Purple Mansion, and suddenly stopped complaining.

He stared dumbfounded at the void, recalling the familiar yet unfamiliar figure of the middle-aged man, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.

It turned out to be him, Li Jing, the No. [-] swordsman of a great merchant among a hundred thousand cold jokes!

(End of this chapter)