"What else can I rely on?"

When Zhao Yun drank, his voice resonated with the thunder in the sky.

It was still the Heavenly Thunder Technique of Taichu, where billions of thunderbolts gathered together to form a unicorn, rushing down from the sky.

"Even if there is no corpse of the Immortal King, I will still kill you."

The Holy Son of Destruction reached into the body with one hand and tore off an illusory talisman.

It was a body sealing spell, and there was a terrifying existence sealed inside his body.

roar!

Then a roar resounded, and an evil dragon roared out of his body.

It was a dragon soul, an Immortal King-level dragon soul, with evil energy surging and rolling.

This is also a trump card. If it has an Immortal King level, it is naturally not an ordinary vicious creature.

"go back."

Fire bloomed in Zhao Yun's eyes, and the power of fantasy lingered.

He used illusion magic on the evil dragon, exhausting his power to control its mind.

Just say it back.

The evil dragon swung its tail like a divine dragon and got back into the body of the Holy Son of Destruction.

It doesn't matter if it burrows back, the Saint Son of Destruction cannot hold it back due to its huge strength.

After all, the sealing talisman was torn off by him and it was difficult to suppress it.

If you can't suppress it, you have to bear it on your own.

puff!

The evil dragon's power exploded, bursting his body.

The world could see clearly that the Holy Son of Destruction exploded into a bloody flower.

As for the Dragon Soul, its clarity has also been restored.

There is a curse mark between its eyebrows, which appears at this moment.
Chapter completed!