After a while, the Empress Sandaoshan let go of her hand and said:

"My yang soul has been revived, and it has a self-inductive connection with me. Next time you enter the dungeon, take out the crouching pestle immediately, and then I will come in my real body and retrieve it. Do you understand?"

Understood, the next single-player dungeon, you don't need to kill it! Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart, and bowed his head: "Your junior understands!"

From the words of the old clapper, it is not difficult to hear that she can't come to the killing copy in person, and it seems that she can't take this item away.

Zhang Yuanqing wanted to hear Elder Dog's opinion after returning to reality.

Empress Sandaoshan took a deep look at him, then turned her head to look at the demon god who had completely emerged from the pool of blood.

It is more than 100 meters tall, covered with black runes, and has a violent, lofty, and majestic aura, like sea tides, like moonlight, and Pei Mo can't resist it.

The demon god's goal was very clear, as if he had sensed a natural enemy, he walked straight towards Empress Sandao Mountain.

It has a huge body, and every step makes the blood pool set off huge waves, and every time it creates an earthquake-like roar.

Empress Sandaoshan said softly:

"Get up!"

Zhang Yuanqing stood up obediently.

Immediately, the goddess in fluttering colorful clothes entered his body.

The sacrificial ceremony is to borrow power from the existence in the dark, and bless the sacrificer himself. This is the core of the spell. If the Empress of Sandao Mountain wants to exert her strength, she must rely on the sacrificer's body.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes burst into two radiant rays of light, and a golden light flashed between the sky and the earth. Then, his forehead burned hot, and a round of scorching sun marks appeared.

Streams of scorching sun spewed out from his body surface, scorching and cracking the ground under his feet, and turning the nearby vegetation into ashes.

The temperature of the entire park rises accordingly, as if it has entered a daily average of 41 degrees.

The ghost bride's wedding dress ignited an illusory golden flame, and she floated to the distance in horror, scrambling to extinguish the flame.

Zhang Yuanqing soared into the sky uncontrollably, like a god of war in the sun, condensing in the air, confronting the burly and tall demon god.

The demon god stopped immediately, with no pupils, white and dark golden eyes, staring at the enemy who was as small as an ant in the air.

The mantra on his body seemed to come alive, turning into a vortex that degenerated the soul and made people insane.

Zhang Yuanqing's head buzzed, his consciousness became confused, and his soul was torn into countless pieces, but as the sun mark on his forehead became hot, all abnormalities were purified and dispelled.

"snort!"

Mistress Sandaoshan's cold humming sounded beside her ear.

Then, his hands and feet were uncontrollable again, and he made several handprints at a very fast speed.

Silently, a golden pillar of light burning with flames fell out of thin air from a high place, and hit the Demon God who was 100 meters high.

The dark red Demon God let out a roar that shook the world, and his huge body melted in the golden beam of light, like a wax figure encountering high temperature.

The black runes branded on the body surface were burned.

Its eight arms immediately condensed into illusory knives, guns, swords, halberds, bows, and many weapons, each of which contained terrifying power, lingering in black devilish energy.

The dark red demon god drew his big bow, and the billowing demon energy condensed into a pitch-black arrow. JrNovels.com