The Scorpion Emperor strode forward with a terrifying aura, and in an instant the atmosphere of the entire arena seemed to solidify.
There was a looming black energy on his body, which was the power belonging to Anubis, the God of Death, and it was also the power borrowed by the Scorpion Emperor and Anubis.
His cold eyes glanced at Zhang Ziyu, and his eyes turned red instantly: "Challenger, you will sleep here forever!"
The Scorpion Emperor, who is not born in the year of the Scorpion, is not only more powerful, but also has an extremely normal IQ. His power is gradually rising, looking directly at Zhang Ziyu.
"Don't speak too early."
Zhang Ziyu replied, and suddenly the Ten Thousand Bone Sword appeared in his hand, split into one hundred and eight handles, and flowed all over behind him, with sword energy flowing horizontally.
"snort"
The Scorpion Emperor rushed over, his figure as powerful as a meteorite, his arms swung with scorpion pincers, and a black light swept towards Zhang Ziyu.
"break"
Zhang Ziyu pointed his sword at one point, and several ten-thousand-bone swords came forward to meet them. The lightning attached to them, and they collided head-on.
There was a rumble, the arena trembled, and the black light was directly broken.
The Scorpion Emperor had already rushed in front of Zhang Ziyu, and two huge scorpion pincers clamped towards Zhang Ziyu, with lightning power and fierce speed.
If Immorton and the Dragon Emperor are both mages, proficient in various spells, then the Scorpion Emperor in front of him, who was born as a warrior, is a terrifying melee master with the blessing of Anubis' power.
Every move has terrifying destructive power, and it is difficult for ordinary people to compete with him.
Zhang Ziyu moved the seal in his hand, turned his hand into a palm, and blocked a Tai Chi figure in front of him.
"Boom"
The scorpion pincer attack was blocked, Zhang Ziyu moved and dodged directly in front of the Scorpion Emperor.
He kicked out, and his terrifying body erupted with incomparable force, kicking the Scorpion King away. The scorpion pincers that blocked him made a clicking sound, and were kicked to pieces.
"Thunder"
The sword art in his hand followed closely, and the Ten Thousand Bone Swords continued to fall with terrifying thunder.
In an instant, silver dragons danced wildly, and thunder rumbled.
The Scorpion Emperor's body was punctured with horrific blood holes. He looked ferocious, but the aura on his body had weakened.
"Don't use it if you have the ability..."
"As big as you"
Zhang Ziyu flew up to the Scorpion Emperor, stepped on him, and then bound him with flying chains, devouring his power and completely suppressing the Scorpion Emperor's resistance.
"call"
Just when Zhang Ziyu defeated the Scorpion Emperor, suddenly the dark wind howled. Zhang Ziyu could feel that the power shrouding the entire pyramid was leaning towards his body. At the same time, the power on the Scorpion Emperor no longer condensed, but gradually shifted.
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He sneered in his heart. Although the transfer of power can allow the winner to increase his strength and control the Anubis Death Army, it also means that he has completed a new deal with Anubis.
Wasn't the last person to use the Death Legion the Scorpion Emperor?
The price he paid for using the Death Army was to trade his soul to Anubis. Now that he looked like this, he knew that this was not a good deal.
A moment of glory, a slave forever.
Zhang Ziyu was determined. He did not accept the power, but he clearly refused. He directly took in the Scorpion Emperor and quickly left the pyramid.
The power is still gathering, and Amshe outside the pyramid is gradually turning into a desert as the power gathers 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 dog-headed army of death with a machete in hand.
They were numerous in number and marched towards Amshay in a mighty manner, looking towards Zhang Ziyu.
They are waiting, waiting for this powerful soul to make a decision whether to make a deal with the great god of death, Anubis.
Zhang Ziyu stood in the desert, and the pyramid turned into yellow sand behind him.
Feeling the condensation of power, he took his time and looked calm.
A mass of flesh and blood suddenly appeared in front of him, exuding powerful energy. Then he opened his hands and chanted an ancient and pure ancient Egyptian spell: "Anubis, enjoy the sacrifice and come to the world."
The flesh and blood was specially prepared by Zhang Ziyu, with the flesh and blood seed of the Great Black Buddha as the core, and the flesh and blood of powerful creatures were refined together using ancient Egyptian magic.
In fact, when inviting gods to come, 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 after all, so it doesn't matter if he cheats a little bit. It's all his fault that his master didn't teach him well.
But directly sacrificing Evelin who helped him for his own benefit would be wrong.
So Zhang Ziyu used this alternative method.
Soon, as Zhang Ziyu's spell sounded, black aura appeared out of thin air, and the huge meat ball began to deform under the strange black aura.
The whole body of the fleshy mass turned pitch black. First, a trunk appeared, then hands and feet gradually appeared, and finally a jackal-like head. The aura continued to rise.
Anubis descended, descended on the sacrifice created by Zhang Ziyu.
He is five meters tall, completely black, with strong muscles. He is wearing gold ornaments. He holds a scepter in his left hand and is lying on the ground. He looks down at Zhang Ziyu with his jackal head and his eyes are indifferent.
"You are far more powerful than any mortal I have ever seen."
Anubis's cold voice sounded, full of condescension.
As a god that has existed for thousands of years, it does have enough pride, no matter what form it takes in this world.
"You don't want my army of death, so you summoned me, but what's your request?"
The powerful soul seemed to be very useful to Anubis, or he was extremely interested in it, so instead of getting angry at this time, he asked Zhang Ziyu questions.
Such a powerful soul is far better than the Scorpion Emperor.
Zhang Ziyu showed a kind smile and said slowly: "Without him, I invite you to work in the factory."
Before Anubis could react, suddenly a dark object in Zhang Ziyu's hand was inserted into the ground.
"Boundary: Army of the Great Wall, banned!"
With an order, suddenly a storm surged, and with the Great Wall Army as the center, a terrifying power quickly spread out.
A rumble sounded, and an ancient, towering Great Wall rose up in the entire vast desert, enclosing Anubis, the Death Army, and Zhang Ziyu.
The Great Wall is ancient and exudes the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life. There are marks of swords and axes on every brick and stone, and the atmosphere of fighting and iron horses blows towards your face.
"Mortal, you pissed me off."
Anubis felt the oppression coming on his body and became furious instantly. The scepter hit the ground hard, arousing a powerful wave of air and crashing into Zhang Ziyu dozens of meters away.
When the air wave hit Zhang Ziyu, he suddenly dodged, distanced himself, and came to the sand dune on the opposite side.
"Not only do I want to piss you off, I also want to send you to work in a factory."
Zhang Ziyu's attitude angered Anubis, and he pointed his scepter: "Kill him!"
The army of death rushed towards Zhang Ziyu like a tide.