The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Qinglong didn't know how artificial the people of the later generations were, they actually used human lives as sacrifices on the holy altar.

The holy altar never disdains flesh and blood, and sacrifices piety.

Qinglong didn't understand.

A mouthful of dragon flames spewed out, the altar fluctuated, and the witch also realized that she was no match for Qinglong at all, and she just wanted to bring the dead back to life.

As long as it is alive, it will be fine.

The new life poured with blood will be immortal like this dark 13th floor.

Qinglong came out with a promise to the little girl, so he naturally couldn't let the witch succeed.

As the auspicious beast of the East, Qinglong has a lot of abilities. The monstrous spiritual power gathers into one stream, and in the next second he directly passes through the altar.

The richness of the spiritual power caused the altar, which was originally indestructible, to shatter with a "snap".

Witch: "..."

Probably unable to bear the reality that the only hope of resurrection from the dead was shattered like this, the witch roared and launched an indiscriminate attack like crazy.

Su Nanzhi and Jiang Beiyu who were closest to her became her best targets, and the worst ones were naturally not them, but ordinary people who had no power to fight back against this supernatural power.

The pale face with reddish-brown blood stains suddenly appeared in front of Su Nanzhi as if enlarged, and the mahogany sword appeared in her hand, and she quickly blocked the attack.

At the same time, he also silently recited two mantras.

Witches are magical creatures all over the world. The kind ones look like fools, and the evil ones seem willing to destroy the world.

Su Nanzhi stared blankly at the ferocious pale face, a series of ancient spells spit out from her mouth, and the witch's scarlet eyes widened in disbelief.

Then a huge abyss suddenly appeared beside them, and huge iron chains protruded from the ground, locking the witch tightly, as if there were countless hands pulling her out of the abyss of hell.

Su Nanzhi looked at her without hesitation, and finished reciting the remaining half of the incantation.

Immediately afterwards, the pulling force of the iron chain suddenly increased, and the gate of hell closed. Before that, the witch was pulled down by the iron chain wrapped around her body, and went to where she should go.

With a loud bang, everything returned to normal, except for the mess on the 13th floor, no one could see what had happened.

After Qinglong came out for a while, he felt that he hadn't enjoyed the game yet, so he lowered his head and reasoned with Su Nanzhi: "Little girl, let me stay outside for a while, and I will tell you where my treasured dragon scale is. .”

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Qinglong is indeed not a real entity. The dragon scales he said were dropped and treasured by him many years ago. Dragons love treasures. Such rumors are by no means groundless.

It is obvious that Qinglong has a lot of dragon scales in his collection.

Unfortunately--

Su Nanzhi: "I don't want it."

Qinglong: "Hey."

"..."

Su Nanzhi didn't like this, she stuffed Qinglong back.

In the rest of the time, we still have to clean up the mess. Those who have been taken captive have to clear their memories.

As for the movement on the 13th floor, people on other floors may not be able to hide it. Let the hotel itself worry about this.

Jiang Beiyu quietly stared at the little girl who was brainwashing people familiarly, and suddenly clicked her tongue: "Su Xiaozhi, you are too skilled, have you ever brainwashed me?"

Su Nanzhi naturally remembered what happened when they first met.