National Transfer: Necromancer! I Am A Disaster

Chapter 291 Return, Shocked Baishen!

The abyss world is shrouded in green flames.

In this vast world, there are also strong and weak, good and bad.

The darker the flame of the abyss, the more abundant the energy of the abyss, and it is also occupied by more powerful demons.

From green to dark black, the palace of splendor towers in flames.

The palace is larger and more exquisite than that of the Succubus King.

Breath after breath came out.

"Who is so bold to kill my son!"

"In the name of my black sky demon king, with the soul of the abyss as the seal, resurrect!"

Under the palace, dark green flames boiled collectively.

Like a volcanic eruption, it rose into the sky and engulfed the palace.

In the light of the fire, bad education such as the sun appeared in it.

It was a phantom at first, and then gradually solidified.

After a few minutes, it is fully formed.

Finally, the dark green flame returned to calm, leaving only the demon in midair.

It was resurrected in the fire of the abyss.

Heitian Mozi was resurrected. It was already level 64, but after the resurrection, its level dropped back to level 60.

Barely maintained at the threshold of the high devil.

It is weak and has not fully recovered.

The wings flapped slowly. Although he had been resurrected, "403" still had the fear before death on his face.

There is great terror between life and death, no matter which race, it is the same.

Heitian Mozi took a while to recover.

In front of it, a huge phantom slowly emerged.

It covered the sky and the sun, and when it appeared, the space trembled.

The flames of the eternal burning abyss are all pressing down together, as if paying tribute to it.

Heitian Mozi respectfully saluted the phantom, knelt and bowed to the void, "son, kowtow to the father."

Heitian Demon King hummed, "Who killed you?"

Heitian Mozi said, "I blew myself up."

It recounted what happened at that time, and recalled the experience at the moment of self-explosion, and the palpitations remained.

Heitian Demon King listened patiently and remained silent.

The surrounding space is shaking, and the fire of the abyss is also distorting, changing with its mood.

Its every move has affected all directions.

After a while, it said, "Necromancer, a new professional of the human race."

"Should be a talented professional, looks very good."

"He should not have died. The human race will definitely protect such a genius."

"But even if you are resurrected, don't think about recovering within a year."

"You go down and take a good rest first, and then continue to practice when you recover, to make up for the loss this time.

As he said that, a hair fell from Heitian Demon King's body.

The hair turned into a pitch-black spear in mid-air, and fell into the hands of Heitian Mozi.

Heitian Mozi took it respectfully, "Obey!"

It flew back into the palace.

Heitian Demon King is still standing in the abyss world, looking into the distance, "There is a succubus breath, it seems that I want to ask the Succubus King."

After it disappeared, the fire of the abyss began to burn blazingly again.

The space also returned to calm.

Lin Moyu experienced the feeling of being bombed for the first time, and it was very refreshing.

A level 64 demon, carrying an unknown weapon, blew himself up.

The power is unimaginable.

The bone armor didn't even block it for a second.

In Lin Moyu's memory, such an attack only appeared twice.

Once was the death ray of the Flame Lord.

The other time was the black fire meteorite of [Ancient Luan Niao].

"fortunately...

"Fortunately, there is a summoning life connection."

Lin Moyu saw the situation of the skeletons in the summoning space.

Skeleton and General Lich were hit hard collectively.

The golden bones of the skeleton are covered with dense cracks.

The same is true for General Lich, with wounds all over his dry skin.

Although it is not on the verge of death, it is still more than half damaged.

If there is no summon life connection, through damage transfer, at least half of your own undead army will be lost this time.

The cost will be enormous.

But now, the undead army is only seriously injured collectively, and it won't take long for them to recover in the summoning space.

Lin Moyu is still a little lucky.

The ancient battlefield is still calm, and a mountain collapse is insignificant to the vast and boundless ancient battlefield.

Just like a drop of water falling into the ocean, not even a splash will come out.

In the ruins of the mountain peak, a white ray of light lit up, rushing straight into the sky like a band of light.

The bone fangs smashed rocks with strong penetrating power.

Lin Moyu's fingers glowed slightly, and he used the fangs of the skeleton to punch a passage out of the ruins.

Seeing the eternal light on the ancient battlefield again, Lin Moyu exhaled a long breath.

"It's time to go back."

Find a piece of flat ground, take out the teleportation scroll, and activate it!

The scroll unrolls automatically and glistens.

A one-time teleportation array was quickly carved out under Lin Moyu's feet.

To leave the ancient battlefield, you need to break the space and cross a long distance.

The teleportation array must be used, not the teleportation stone.

Two minutes later, the teleportation array emitted a brilliant light and took Lin Moyu away.

The teleportation across two different spaces gave Lin Moyu a completely different teleportation experience.

At this moment, he thought of Ning Yiyi who was afraid of teleportation.

"If she is allowed to teleport across space, I'm afraid it will be even more uncomfortable.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Lin Moyu revealed a slight smile.

After a few minutes, your feet hit the ground again.

The familiar fragrance of tea, the sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest.

Lin Moyu returned to Baishen Courtyard.

Meng Anwen was drinking tea alone, without opening his eyes, he said, "I'm back."

Lin Moyu saluted Meng Anwen, "I've met Mr. Meng."

Meng Anwen hummed, "Take a break, your teacher will be back soon."

Lin Moyu came to the edge of the tea table, Ximeng'an wrote.

Battlefield No. 1, in the Hall of Heroes.

Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai were still sitting there.

During this time, the two of them didn't go anywhere.

Lin Moyu's soul imprint is much stronger than when he first went to the ancient battlefield.

It means that his level has improved in the ancient battlefield.

The same is true for Mo Yun, who has improved a bit.

The two didn't feel any danger from it, and their expressions were relatively relaxed.

Suddenly, Bai Yiyuan laughed and said, "The brat is back."

When Lin Moyu returned to Baishen Courtyard, the imprint of his soul also changed, which was accurately captured by Bai Yuanyuan.

Mo Yun hasn't come back yet, but there is no danger...

Mo Xinghai said, "Just come back."

Bai Yiyuan got up, "Old Man Mo, I'll go back first."

Mo Xinghai also stood up, "Together, I also want to visit your students."

He was a little curious about Lin Moyu.

Bai Yiyuan's vision is very high, to be accepted as a disciple by Bai Yiyuan, and to be evaluated as a 'super god', is naturally a top genius.

As for the degree of genius, you can only know by watching.

Mo Xinghai also wanted to compare and see which one was stronger than his own granddaughter.

Bai Yiyuan laughed and said, "Then let's go and see how that brat gained in the ancient battlefield."

The gate of the Hall of Heroes closed with a bang, and the entire Hall of Heroes was solemn and solemn.

In the entire human world, there are only a handful of characters who can enter the Hall of Valor.

During the period when Lin Moyu went to the ancient battlefield, Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai were the only two people in the Hall of Heroes, and no third person had ever entered.

A few minutes later, Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai returned to Baishen Courtyard.

Seeing Lin Moyu intact, Bai Yiyuan smiled happily and said, "You brat, it's ok, you're already level 35."

Lin Moyu saluted Bai Yiyuan respectfully, "The student has met the teacher."

Then he saluted Mo Xinghai again, "This should be Mr. Mo, this junior has met Mr. Mo."

Mo Xinghai was taken aback, he was sure he had never met Lin Moyu before, "Do you know this old man?"

Lin Moyu said, "You and Miss Mo Yun are 60% similar, this junior should guess right."

Mo Xinghai and Mo Yun did believe in their grandparents, but the key was that Lin Moyu saw the summoned beast beside Mo Xinghai.

He is not an idiot, in the entire human race, there are only one or two summoners who are qualified to be on an equal footing with Bai Yiyuan.

You can guess it naturally.

Mo Xinghai looked Lin Moyu up and down.

Level 35, Necromancer.

A brand new profession, and I can't see anything else for the time being.

Bai Yiyuan walked over and sat down carelessly, "Tell me, what have you experienced on the ancient battlefield this time, and did you get any good opportunities?"

5.7 Lin Moyu started to talk about it.

But what I said is also the key point, and the details are basically skipped.

There is also the matter about the Shenzhou Ding, so naturally I will not mention it.

From entering the ancient battlefield, he first encountered the soul-eating insect king, and then killed the soul-eating insect mother.

Accidentally got the origin rune.

Along the way, abyssal demons and dragons came to chase and kill them, and without exception, they all became his military exploits.

Then he killed the Earth Touching Dragon God. . .

"etc!"

Bai Yiyuan suddenly stopped, and Lin Moyu continued talking.

He drank three cups of tea in a row, severely suppressed the shock, and tried his best to keep himself calm.

Then he took a deep breath and said, "You said...you killed the soul-devouring worm mother?"

Lin Moyu nodded, "Yes.