Beast Summoner

Li Zhenbang wanted to retreat, but in the end he chose to stop. It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but because he felt Weston's deep hostility towards him, and looking at Weston's posture, he was already ready to attack.

preparation.

According to the current situation, it is definitely impossible to escape easily. Instead of retreating a little more and then hastily responding to the enemy, it is better to prepare for the battle now.

Furthermore, he also saw the strong murderous intent in the eyes of the high priest, which had never appeared before. It seemed that because of the saint, the high priest no longer cared about his identity as the holy son of the undead. Once

If the high priest and Weston join forces, the consequences will be disastrous, so he has to be more cautious.

"Insulting the Holy Son of the Undead is insulting the God of Death. Wisdom, how many heads do you have that can be chopped off? Aren't you afraid of the punishment from the God of Death?" Li Zhenbang did not answer Wisdom's question about the saint, but instead pursued the case first.

He took responsibility for Weston's previous insult as a bastard.

"Holy Son? Humph! Have you accepted the inheritance of the Holy Son? I have lived for so long and have seen countless shameless people. I have never seen anyone as shameless as you. If you say you are the Holy Son, then you are the one?

I also think that someone else might be the Holy Son! Today I have to teach you a lesson for scum who dares to pretend to be the Holy Son!" Weston roared and descended from the sky, launching a direct attack on Li Zhenbang.

The high priest next to Weston seemed not to see this. He said nothing and did nothing. He just floated in the sky and watched quietly.

When the people surrounding Li Zhenbang saw Wisdom falling from the sky, they all dispersed for fear of hindering the battle between Wisdom and the Son.

The flames on Li Zhenbang's body surged, the temperature of the surrounding space soared, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

The undead people who had dispersed retreated again. The flames on Li Zhenbang's body made them feel a sense of fear. It was a flame that was enough to burn them into nothingness, and even their souls might not be able to escape.

Weston was originally preparing for a close attack, but when he saw the flames on Li Zhenbang's body soaring, he stopped abruptly in the air and launched a long-range grudge attack on Li Zhenbang. Obviously, he was still a little wary of the flames on Li Zhenbang's body.

When he first saw that the flames on Li Zhenbang's body were very weak, he thought that Li Zhenbang's strength had weakened, and he could take advantage of it and hit Li Zhenbang head-on to avenge himself for being trapped just now.

But what he didn't expect was that this was just a way for Li Zhenbang to reduce energy consumption, and it was not because Li Zhenbang's lack of success caused the flame to weaken.

Li Zhenbang raised his head and looked at the intensive vindictive attacks in the air. There was no tension or panic on his face. He dodged calmly and sarcastically said provocatively: "What? A dignified holy warrior of the undead tribe, now he has changed his profession to become a holy demon of the undead tribe."

Mentor?"

"Hmph! I can do whatever I like, do you need to care about me? It's you, I want to see how long you can do it! Don't say I attack you, I just won't attack you, you

How long can you hold on?" Weston was not angered by Li Zhenbang's words, but responded calmly.

"Then don't attack, just wait and see? I promise to make you wait until you die!" Li Zhenbang raised his eyebrows.

"You want me to wait until I die? Humph! You have to die first!" Weston saw that ordinary long-range grudge attacks seemed to have no effect on Li Zhenbang, so he simply stopped and looked at Li Zhenbang with cold eyes.

"High Priest, this old immortal guy is going to kill me, the Holy Son of the Undead. Are you just going to stand by and watch with a cold eye and don't care? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to explain to the God of Death?" Li Zhenbang took advantage of this opportunity.

He set his sights on the high priest.

"Where did you hide the saint?" The high priest did not answer Li Zhenbang, but asked coldly.

"Saint? I'm so sorry. Now you only have the Son, not the Saint! If you want to blame, you can only blame those guys guarding the blood pool who hold tokens and don't do anything. Let them pick us up.

When we came out, they all pretended to be deaf and dumb, forcing us to take risks."

"It turned out that our luck was really bad. The saint was inside... Alas!" Li Zhenbang sighed and shook his head.

Everyone else looked at each other. The Holy Son was too Versailles! He had already forced his way out of the blood pool, and he even said that he was not very lucky. So what should a person with good luck be like?

"What do you mean?" The high priest's eyes widened, and his voice trembled inexplicably. Although he had already guessed the meaning of Li Zhenbang's words, he was still not sure.

"What do you mean? That's what you think. The Saint is no longer there! There is no Saint in the Undead tribe! It's all your fault for those bastards who guard the gate. If it weren't for you, would something happen to the Saint?" Li Zhenbang stared at the man.

Yu Dajiao, who was brought here by Weston and the high priest, said fiercely.

"You...you are slandering! If you had barged in without bringing the saint, would anything have happened to the saint?" Yu Dazhao was not willing to admit his fault, so he immediately retorted.

He can't take the blame no matter what. Not only can he not take the blame himself, he also has to defend all the guardians. This is a matter of both prosperity and loss.

Although he followed the instructions of the high priest, and one oracle allowed no more than two people to enter, the other guardians still wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. If this black pot was once again held firmly by the Holy Son, they would take it.

This hatred has become a reality.

Now that the blame has been laid, the guardians like them will probably have to be skinned by the high priest and Weston. As for him, the instigator who brought the Holy Son into the blood pool, no matter how correct he is, he will not end well.

, maybe death would be his best escape. So even if he risked his life, he was determined not to bear this big blame.

"I asked Gu Ci to summon you several times using the high priest's handwriting, but none of you responded to the summons. You ignored the high priest's handwriting and ignored the high priest's orders. Do you take the high priest seriously?"

Li Zhenbang scolded loudly.

"You...you are so arrogant...you...you..." Yu Dazhao wanted to refute, but what Li Zhenbang said was true, and he really didn't know how to refute.

Yu Dazhao racked his brains, suddenly had an idea, and said sternly: "I brought you into the blood pool because of the high priest's decree, and I followed the high priest's rules. If I don't take you out of the blood pool, I also abide by the high priest's rules."

Order!"

"The high priest once issued a strict order. Before the saint is fully awakened, no one except the high priest himself is allowed to take the saint away from the blood pool. We saw you abducting the saint and had a conflict with the sage. What should we do?

Maybe take you out of the blood pool?"

It has to be said that Yu Dazhao's excuse was quite good. Not only did he minimize his own responsibilities, he even labeled himself as a person who strictly abides by the orders of the high priest.

If the high priest wanted to trouble him over this matter in the future, he would have to find a new excuse. He couldn't deal with Yu Dajiao just because he carried out his orders, right?

"No matter what you say, if something happens to the Holy Lady, it is your responsibility. Because of your inaction, I, the Holy Son, is the only one left in the Undead clan!" Li Zhenbang pointed at Yu Dajie and rebuked.

Regardless of whether what Yu Dazhao said was true or not, Li Zhenbang had to throw away the responsibility and at the same time create the illusion that the saint was no longer around.

He did this to protect his sister Li Ruoyue. If the people of the undead tribe believed him and thought that the saint of the undead tribe was dead, then his sister Li Ruoyue would be safe in the future.

Furthermore, by doing this, the high priest would have some scruples. Even if he wanted to deal with him, he would not dare to kill him. After all, the Holy Girl was gone. Would he dare to kill the Holy Son again?

In any case, the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son were given by the God of Death to the Undead to guide the Undead. If they were just gone, the High Priest would not be able to explain to the God of Death, nor to the entire Undead.

Sure enough, after hearing Li Zhenbang's words, the high priest frowned tightly. No matter how much he wanted to kill Li Zhenbang, he had to consider the current situation.

"High Priest, don't listen to his nonsense. He must have hidden the Saint! The Saint is the daughter of the God of Death. If not, she is the reincarnation of the God. How can she die so easily?"

"If the saints in history did not die for the cause of the undead, which one did not bring huge harm to our enemies during the battle? Even if they really encountered great danger, they would not

Possibly so quietly!”

"I saw with my own eyes that he summoned a terrifying monster, and then the monster disappeared inexplicably. He must have treasures that can store living creatures, and maybe people too!" What Yu Dazhao didn't know was that,

He was talking nonsense to save his life, but he actually told the truth of the matter.

Although the high priest had seen Li Zhenbang summon ghosts to prove his identity before, the high priest did not think about it. He thought that it should be the special ability of the Holy Son. After all, the abilities of the Holy Son throughout history were all strange.

The high priest couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He had never thought about storing treasures of living creatures before. This was because such things were legendary. He had only heard of them after living for so long, so he didn't think about it.

.Now after listening to Yu Dajie's words, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Regardless of whether the Holy Son has a treasure that can store living things, or has the ability to store living things, he may use this ability to hide the Saint. If it is true that treasures can hide people, wouldn't it be...

A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the high priest, and it seemed that he wanted to have a good chat with the Holy Son no matter what...