The Demon Scorpion Emperor strode out, the aura on his body was terrifying, and in an instant, the atmosphere of the entire gladiatorial arena seemed to be about to solidify.

There was a black gas on his body, looming, it was the power that belonged to Anubis, the god of death, and it was also the power borrowed by the Demon Scorpion Emperor and Anubis at the beginning.

His cold gaze swept to Zhang Ziyu, and his eyes turned red in an instant: "Challenger, you will sleep here forever!" ”

The Demon Scorpion Emperor who is not in the Year of the Scorpion is not only more powerful, but even his IQ is extremely normal, and his strength is gradually rising, looking directly at Zhang Ziyu.

"Don't say it too soon."

Zhang Ziyu replied, and suddenly the Ten Thousand Bone Sword in his hand appeared, and it was suddenly divided into one hundred and eight handles, dripping and slipping behind him, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

"Hmph"

The Demon Scorpion Emperor rushed over, his body was like a meteorite, his arm scorpion pincers waved, and a black light swept towards Zhang Ziyu.

"Broken"

Zhang Ziyu pointed at a point, and several 10,000-bone swords met him, and the thunder light was attached, and they collided hard.

There was a rumbling, the gladiatorial arena trembled, and the black light was directly broken.

The Demon Scorpion Emperor had already rushed in front of Zhang Ziyu, and two huge scorpion pincers were clamped towards Zhang Ziyu, like thunder and speed.

If Immorton and the Dragon Emperor are both mages and proficient in various spells, then the Demon Scorpion Emperor in front of him, with the blessing of Anubis' power, is a terrifying melee master.

Every move has a terrifying destructive power, and it is difficult to compete with him in general.

As soon as Zhang Ziyu moved the seal in his hand, he turned his palm into a palm, and a Taiji diagram went to block in front of him.

"Boom"

The scorpion pincer attack was blocked, and Zhang Ziyu's body moved, and he dodged directly in front of the Demon Scorpion Emperor.

As soon as he kicked out, the terrifying body burst out with incomparably powerful power, and kicked the Demon Scorpion Emperor out of the air, and the scorpion pincers that blocked it clicked, and it was kicked off.

"Thunder Lead"

The sword technique in his hand followed closely, and one after another ten thousand bone swords continued to fall with terrifying thunder.

In an instant, the silver dragon danced wildly, and the thunder rumbled.

The Demon Scorpion Emperor was pierced with terrifying blood holes, his face was hideous, but the aura on his body was already weak.

"Don't use it if you have the ability."

"You're the Big"

Zhang Ziyu flew in front of the Demon Scorpion Emperor and stepped on it, and then the flying chains continued to bind him, devouring the power on his body, completely suppressing the resistance of the Demon Scorpion Emperor.

"Whew"

At the moment when Zhang Ziyu defeated the Demon Scorpion Emperor, suddenly the yin wind shouted, Zhang Ziyu could feel that the power shrouded in the entire pyramid was leaning towards his body, and at the same time, the power on the Demon Scorpion Emperor was no longer condensed, but gradually transferred.

He sneered in his heart, the transfer of power would certainly allow the winner to increase his strength and control the Anubis Death Army, but it would also mean that he had completed a new deal with Anubis.

Wasn't the last one to use the Death Legion the Scorpion Emperor?

The price for his use of the Legion of Death was his soul traded to Anubis, and now he knew it wasn't a good deal.

The scenery is for a while, and the slave lives forever.

Zhang Ziyu was sure in his heart, and he did not accept the power, but he also clearly and clearly refused, directly contained the Demon Scorpion Emperor, and then quickly left the pyramid.

The power is still condensing, and Amsei, who is outside the pyramid, is gradually desertified as the power condenses in the direction of Zhang Ziyu.

At the edge of the dune, a black line gradually appeared.

The black line is not something else, but an army, a kobold and a corps of death with a scimitar in hand.

There were many of them, and they marched towards Amshei, and their eyes were on Zhang Ziyu.

They waited, waiting for this powerful soul to make a deal with the great god of death, Anubis.

Zhang Ziyu stood in the middle of the desert, and the pyramid turned into yellow sand behind him.

Feeling the condensation of strength, he was not in a hurry and looked calm.

I saw a mass of flesh and blood exuding powerful energy suddenly appear in front of him, and then he opened his hands and recited an ancient and pure ancient Egyptian incantation in his mouth: "Anubis, enjoy the sacrifice, come to the world." ”

The flesh and blood is specially prepared by Zhang Ziyu, the flesh and blood seed of the Great Black Buddha Mother is the core, and the flesh and blood of powerful creatures are refined together with ancient Egyptian techniques.

In fact, to invite the gods to come down, the sacrifice should preferably be a human being, a living spiritual person, such as Evelyn.

As the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian princess, she is the most suitable being as a sacrifice.

But Zhang Ziyu has a bottom line, he is a Taoist disciple, and he doesn't care about the pit, and he blames his master for not teaching well.

But for the sake of one's own interests, directly taking Evelyn, who helped him, as a sacrifice, would be a mistake.

So Zhang Ziyu used such an alternative method.

Soon, as Zhang Ziyu's spell sounded, a black aura appeared out of thin air, and the huge lump of flesh began to deform under the strange black aura shroud.

The whole body of the flesh became pitch black, first giving birth to a torso, then gradually appearing hands and feet, and finally a jackal-like head, and the breath was constantly rising.

Anubis has descended, on the sacrifice created by Zhang Ziyu.

He is five meters tall, pitch black, muscular, wearing gold ornaments, holding a scepter in his left hand, leaning on the ground, and the jackal head looks down at Zhang Ziyu with an indifferent gaze.

"You're far more powerful than any mortal I've ever met."

Anubis's indifferent voice rang out, full of condescension.

As a god that has existed for thousands of years, it does have enough capital to be proud of, no matter what form it exists in this world.

"You don't want my Legion of Death, summon me, but what do you want?"

The powerful soul seemed to be very useful to Anubis, or he was extremely interested, so instead of getting angry at this time, he asked Zhang Ziyu questions.

Such a powerful soul is far better than the Demon Scorpion Emperor.

Zhang Ziyu showed a kind smile, and he said slowly: "Without him, please come to work in the factory." ”

Before Anubis could react, suddenly a pitch-black object in Zhang Ziyu's hand was stuck on the ground.

"Enchantment: Army of the Wall, ban!"

At the sound of an order, there was a sudden surge, with the army of the Great Wall as the center, and a terrifying force quickly spread out.

There was a rumbling sound, and in the middle of the entire huge desert, an ancient, towering Great Wall actually rose, encircling Anubis, the Death Army, and Zhang Ziyu.

The Great Wall is ancient, exuding the atmosphere of vicissitudes, on every piece of masonry, there are traces of swords and axes, and the breath of Jin Ge Iron Horse is coming.

"Mortal, you me off."

Anubis felt the suppression that descended on his body, and instantly became furious, and the scepter hit the ground fiercely, stirring up a powerful wave of qi, and crashed towards Zhang Ziyu dozens of meters away.

When the qi wave hit Zhang Ziyu's body, his figure suddenly flashed, widened the distance, and came to the opposite sand dune.

"Not only to anger you, but also to send you to work in the factory."

Zhang Ziyu's attitude angered Anubis, and the scepter pointed: "Kill him!" ”

Like a tide, the army of death rushed towards Zhang Ziyu.

(End of chapter)