Beast Summoner

"You...who are you?" The old ghost lay motionless on the ground and said feebly, but his eyes were fixed on Cui Lang.

He knew that Cui Lang was very powerful and had moonlight attributes, but he did not expect that Cui Lang's strength would be so strong, and the damage to him would be even more terrifying than the light magic of the Holy Vatican.

"Loser has no right to know who I am!" Cui Lang raised his head proudly and said arrogantly.

Cui Lang himself did not expect that with the assistance of Yueguang, his strength could be improved so much. Others may not know his situation, but he himself is very aware of it.

Moonlight's assist gave him an overall improvement, which was several times better than the assist he gave himself. It was just due to attribute issues that the damage to Lao Gui, the undead holy mage, was higher.

"Don't think you'll really win like this!" The old ghost struggled to stand up, and the rich gray undead magic elements gathered towards him.

"I'm going to let you see the true strength of the Holy Mage of the Undead!" The old ghost roared, and his body that was so weak and erratic actually began to become a little solid.

Cui Lang's figure flashed, and his body suddenly appeared directly on top of the old ghost's head. He raised his right leg high and hit the old ghost's head hard.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

The old ghost was caught off guard, and Cui Lang's kick knocked his head into the ground. He let out a muffled scream. The old ghost's head was completely submerged into the ground, leaving only his body on the ground.

"Real strength? I'll show you your true strength. You can show me your real strength again!" Cui Lang stepped on the back of the old ghost's head and crushed it so hard that half of Cui Lang's feet were not even buried under the ground.

, which shows the strength of Cui Lang's kick.

Li Zhenbang's eyelids twitched. Cui Lang's attack was really terrifying, both in terms of the initial speed and the strength of the attack. If Cui Lang had such strength when dealing with himself and his cheap teacher, the outcome would have been different.

That’s easy to say.

"Aren't you very capable? Show me how awesome you are!" Cui Lang jumped up and stepped on the old ghost's head hard again.

Li Zhenbang was a little afraid that Cui Lang would trample the old ghost to death on a whim. He was not really afraid of the old ghost's death, nor did he really want to conquer the old ghost. The main reason was that he had not yet learned from the old ghost's mouth.

The news about Shenfu and Li Ruoyue made me feel somewhat unwilling.

Fortunately, Cui Lang knew what was going on. After beating the old ghost severely, he grabbed the old ghost by his neck and pulled him out of the ground.

"Old ghost, where is your true strength? You don't want to show us how resistant you are to being beaten, right?" Cui Lang looked at the old ghost with disdain and sneered.

"I...I will fight with you!" The old ghost with a bruised nose and swollen face was about to attack Cui Lang with all his teeth and claws.

"It seems you still haven't learned your lesson!" Cui Lang shook his head gently, threw the old ghost to the ground, and then ravaged the old ghost again.

After repeating this several times, the old ghost with a bruised nose and swollen face still did not give in and looked very tough.

In fact, it’s not to blame the old ghost for being stubborn. The old ghost is now in a soul state, and ordinary physical attacks can only do limited damage to him. When Cui Lang dealt with the old ghost, it was more to humiliate him than to really want his life.

, so he did not let go of his hands and feet to deal with the old ghost.

Who makes the old ghost seem to be half dead? If he accidentally kills the old ghost, Cui Lang will not be able to explain to Li Zhenbang. After all, Li Zhenbang still wants to get news from the old ghost!

"Kill me if you can! Humiliating me like this is of no use to me! But if you kill me, you won't get a good ending. I will curse you with my life and make you fear for the rest of your life.

Just survive!" The old ghost with a bruised nose and swollen face looked at Cui Lang with a ferocious expression.

Cui Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. He could ignore the old ghost's words, but he couldn't ignore Li Zhenbang's life and death. The Holy Magister of the Undead was originally a strange existence. Who knew whether what he said was true or false? What if it was true?

Yes, what if he really kills the old ghost and the old ghost's curse succeeds? He doesn't dare to take this risk.

"What? You don't dare anymore? Aren't you very capable? Don't you want to see my true strength? You should take action! Kill me!" When the old ghost saw that Cui Lang did not continue to torture him, he suddenly

He became arrogant and yelled crazily at Cui Lang.

The veins on Cui Lang's forehead popped out, and the hand holding the old ghost's neck became extremely hard, almost breaking the old ghost's neck.

"Do you want to strangle me to death? Try harder! Break my neck! Of course, if you think this is useful!" the old ghost teased with all his heart.

For the old ghost in his soul state, a broken neck would have no effect on him at all, not to mention that Cui Lang only held his neck tightly.

Just when the old ghost thought Cui Lang was about to get angry, Cui Lang suddenly opened his mouth and smiled at the old ghost, "I was just joking with you. Do you think I don't know that you can't be killed like this?"

"What? Are you giving in? Isn't it a little too late to give in now? What have you been doing? Where was the force you used to hit me just now? Keep going!" The old ghost stuck his neck and said very forcefully.

He is now broken. Ever since Cui Lang took the chicken blood, he knows that it is almost impossible for him to escape, but he also has his own trump card.

The curse he mentioned was not to scare Cui Lang, he was telling the truth. If Cui Lang really dared to kill him, everyone here would not be able to escape the fate of being cursed by death.

"Continue? Since you have this request, then I will satisfy you!" Cui Lang licked his lips, his eyes shining with excitement.

"You...do you really want to kill me? Aren't you afraid that everyone will be cursed? Li Zhenbang is just a summoning beast mage. If he is cursed, I'm afraid he won't survive for a few days!" The old ghost was a little confused.

Panicked. The curse was true, but it was based on his life. Who would want to die if he could live?

"Don't worry, how can I be willing to kill you? Even if I kill you, I have to get Zhenbang's permission! I'm just afraid that you won't be able to hold on for a while and will give in early!" Cui Lang smiled even brighter, but in

The old ghost looked more and more terrifying.

"Zhenbang, lend me your whip." Cui Lang shouted to Li Zhenbang.

"Whip?" Li Zhenbang was stunned for a moment.

"That's it...the trembling of God!" When Cui Lang said the trembling of God, his body couldn't help but tremble.

The Tremor of God is made from the tendons of the extinct seventh-level monster, the Dread Spider. To make such a whip, you would need the sinews of at least a hundred Dread Spiders.

I think it was because of this divine trembling that Cui Lang would not have succumbed to Li Zhenbang's lustful power. Now that he thinks of the divine trembling, Cui Lang can't help but have some conditioned reflexes.

"You said this! If you didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten about this!" Li Zhenbang held the Tremor of God in his hand and shook it towards Cui Lang.

Cui Lang grinned and thought to himself: When you deal with me, you remember to use the Tremor of God, and when you deal with other people, you forget about the Tremor of God. What's wrong? This Tremor of God is

Wasn't it specially prepared for me?

"It's a good idea, then I'll leave it to you!" Li Zhenbang showed a meaningful smile and threw the Trembling God to Cui Lang.

How could he not understand Cui Lang's thoughts? Cui Lang is a person who has been dealt with by God's Thriller. He definitely doesn't want to be the only one who has been dealt with by God's Thriller, and God's Thriller is indeed a good choice to deal with the current old ghost.

choice.

Cui Lang was so frightened when he saw the Trembling God flying towards him that he didn't dare to catch it with his hands. Instead, he used his fighting spirit to catch the Trembling God first, then carefully pulled it in front of him, and then gently

He gently took the Trembling God in his hand and slowly tightened it. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief when nothing happened.

The old ghost is only a hundred or so years old at most, and he is not from the Carlo Empire. He has never heard of the Tremor of God. Even people from the Carlo Empire may not know about the Tremor of God.

However, although he didn't know what the Tremor of God in Cui Lang's hand was, seeing Cui Lang's cautious look, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

He could only comfort himself by saying that this was all Cui Lang's bluff, but the effect didn't seem to be obvious, especially when he saw the heat in Cui Lang's eyes that seemed to contain some hysterical madness, he became even more

I can't convince myself anymore.

After getting the Thriller of God, Cui Lang threw the old ghost directly to the ground, and then shook the Thriller of God in the air, making a series of sonic boom sounds. It sounded very enjoyable, and Cui Lang also changed.

Got to get more and more excited.

"You...what do you want to do? Do you think that if you use a whip to humiliate me, I will compromise? You are dreaming! Let me tell you, let alone a whip, even if you use a knife to humiliate me, it will not..."

"Pah!" Before the old ghost finished speaking, Cui Lang impatiently hit the old ghost hard on the face with the whip.

"Ah!" This whip directly wiped out the rest of the old ghost's words, leaving only a miserable howl.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

"Crack!"

"ah!"

…

"Aren't you unwilling to give in? Aren't you unwilling to accept it? It's really great. If you have the ability, you keep persisting and never give up!" Cui Lang kept chanting while whipping the old ghost hard with a whip.

, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment he felt when Li Zhenbang whipped him.

"I……"

"Crack!"

"ah!"

"What are you? You are being whipped for me honestly, but you can't bear it after just a few whips? Aren't you the Holy Mage of the Dead? Aren't you very awesome? Didn't you say nothing? You can't do anything

Don't tell me!" Cui Lang became more and more excited as he smoked, and the more excited he became, the more he smoked. He just smoked without asking anything.

As a result, the old ghost couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and could only keep screaming...