Breeding Dragons From Today,Chapter 161 Consciousness Descends into the Underworld - Read free novels online

Frederick's heart ached when he saw this.

He was still in his soul state. He had secretly hinted to Joelson that he wanted to have a new body.

Joelson nodded and agreed.

However, because of Hades' existence, Frederick still hadn't obtained even the most tattered skeleton.

As soon as an undead appeared, Hades would immediately rush forward and suck on the undead's soul consciousness. Then, he would tear the undead's body into pieces like a toy.

Frederick really wanted to cry.

"Hades, come back."

Joelson waved at the little undead dragon. The little undead dragon flew back and turned its head intimately in front of Joelson.

Then he shot out like an arrow and disappeared into the mist.

He looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet.

Joelson shook his head with a smile, turned his attention to Frederick, and said in a low voice, "You can continue to talk about the necromancy you mentioned last time."

Frederick quickly pulled himself together and focused on teaching Joelson about necromancy.

In another fog in the swamp of the dead.

A group of adventurers was experiencing a fear that they had never experienced before.

The slow-witted undead walked out of the fog, and the knight's longsword in the tier 7 adventurer's hand burst out with a rich aura of light.

Each swing could chop an undead into bone fragments.

However, his pale face did not relax at all. Instead, it was mixed with a trace of fear.

There seemed to be something extremely terrifying hidden in the surrounding fog, causing him to look around in fear.

"Ah!"

His companion's scream came from behind him.

The adventurer's face was even paler. He could no longer care about anything else. He randomly split open the low-level undead blocking his way and hurriedly ran forward.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

A strange and ferocious figure slowly appeared in the fog.

He turned around and saw the same thing behind him.

A pale-faced middle-aged man with sunken cheeks walked up to him.

Beside the man were tall and ugly ape spirits.

They were refined from the corpses of eighth-tier mountain gorilla magical beasts. Under the corrosion of the aura of death, their skeletons became even harder, retaining strength comparable to that of an eighth-tier.

It was unknown where the Necromancer came from, but he actually had four gorilla wraiths.

The fear in the seventh-tier adventurer's heart had already accumulated to the limit.

He shouted loudly, mustering all his courage, and raised his long sword high up to break through in the direction of the man.

The Necromancer raised his hand without any expression on his face.

The adventurer's vision went black.

It was the blindness spell.

He was panicking when he suddenly heard the sound of a huge gust of wind.

His limbs were grabbed by strong hands.

Rip!

The poor adventurer was torn into pieces by a few ape spirits.

The Necromancer had a cruel and satisfied expression on his face.

He walked forward and his hand emitted a black light. A shadow slowly rose from the adventurer's body, revealing a face with a frightened expression.

This was the soul of a living being.

It was the best delicacy for the necromancer.

Before this, he had already eaten the souls of several tier 6 and tier 7 adventurers.

This was the last dessert of the feast.

Crack crack crack!

The Necromancer was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly turned his head to look.

He only saw a strange undead creature looking at everything curiously from afar.

The Necromancer and the undead creature looked at each other for a long time.

He suddenly realized.

It seemed to be a death dragon!

The more he looked at it, the more it looked like one.

The Necromancer's eyes shone with surprise, and he was so excited that he almost trembled.

Death dragon!

To the Necromancer, it was like a giant dragon being a pet to an ordinary mage.

If he could have a death dragon as his summoned creature, he would definitely become the greatest Necromancer in the history of the central continent!

"Catch him!"

The undead mage did not even enjoy the soul of the level-7 adventurer he had just extracted. He hurriedly gave the gorilla spirit the order to capture the undead dragon.

The giant gorilla spirit quickly rushed towards Hades.

Hades was shocked and immediately turned into a gray light to escape.

"The first step is to use your consciousness to connect to the Underworld. Then, find the undead creature that is willing to form a contract with you and summon it."

"Soul waves are very important. If your soul waves happen to be very compatible with an undead creature, you can easily gain its favor and summon it without any effort. It is rumored that there is a tier 1 Necromancer who summoned the Skeleton King because the lucky tier 1 Necromancer's soul waves happen to be compatible with the Skeleton King."

"If there is no way to find such undead creatures, we can use our spiritual power to make them submit. However, usually, undead creatures that use this method to form a contract will not be too strong."

"Because our consciousness passes through the Underworld, our spiritual power will be greatly weakened. Saint-level mages in the Underworld may only have the spiritual power of a tier 9 or even tier 8 mage. The stronger the undead, the stronger their soul flames will be. Therefore, they will not be easily subdued."

"Master is a tier 9 mage. His spiritual power should only be at tier 6 to tier 7 after passing through the Underworld. As long as he summons a tier 6 skeleton soldier leader for the first time, he will be considered very impressive."

Frederick explained the method of summoning undead creatures to Joelson while flattering him without leaving any traces.

Joelson nodded and tried the method taught by Frederick.

The first step was to sense the existence of the Underworld.

Perhaps because of Hades, Joelson could easily do this.

The Underworld was a special plane between the illusory and the real.

It floated between countless universe planes, taking in the wandering souls without masters.

Joelson closed his eyes as if he had come to a gray world.

The sky was always filled with dense dark clouds, without the existence of the Sun, Moon, and stars.

His consciousness was high in the Underworld, overlooking the land of the Underworld. Everywhere was gray land and swamps, and every place was filled with the aura of death. There were endless mountains of bones.

There were countless skeletons and undead on the ground. They walked slowly, heading in the same direction for eternity.

Joelson controlled his body to float down slowly.

He focused his consciousness on a thin skeleton soldier. This was the lowest level of existence in the Underworld.

The green soul flame in the skeleton soldier's eye sockets flickered when he injected his spiritual power into it. Soon, he connected with Joelson.

As long as Joelson was willing, he could summon this skeleton soldier to the central continent at any time.

But he was not satisfied.

He cut off the link with the skeleton soldier and flew on.