However, the innate self-esteem hidden in the depths of inferiority, as well as the huge advantage in rank, made him unwilling to run away like this. He didn't believe that this young man who only cultivated during the fetal period actually had the legendary Origin Tinder, maybe he was too worried, well, it must be so.

So the black necromancer raised his bone staff, chanted a mouthful and strange incantation again, and in the black mist above his head, one skeleton soldier after another suddenly rushed out, each holding a bone blade, and rushed towards Song Li with teeth and claws.

There are hundreds of these skeletons, all of which are made by black necromancers who extract the souls of living people and refine their bodies by removing flesh and blood.

The skeletons of these skeletons are soaked in special materials, which are stronger than iron stone, and they still retain a powerful grudge in their bodies, which is extremely destructive in battle. They have no life, so they can never die. Their bones are so hard that ordinary weapons can't hurt them at all.

The Black Necromancer once used this group of skeletons to destroy a small city. Even if you are a strong person in the Jindan stage, you will have a lot of headaches when you encounter this group of evil monsters. Because they can not only launch physical attacks, but also spew "undead poison" from their mouths from time to time, which makes people unguardable.

Since the illusory resentful spirit was invincible to the purple flames emitted by Song Li, what about this skeleton soldier who was not afraid of fire? Could it be that he still couldn't bear those purple flames? In the past, there was an alchemist who used blue artificial flames in vain to incinerate his skeleton soldiers, but in the end he didn't get his wish. The blue artificial flame is already second only to the purple artificial flame, and it basically has no effect except for causing a little scorched black mark on the surface of the skeleton.

The black necromancer thought that even if Song Li had the overlord of the artificial flames, the purple artificial fire, its power would not be too strong compared to the blue artificial fire.

Prince Zhong had been staring intently at the situation on the high platform, and he was surprised to see the resentful spirits sent by the Black Necromancer being incinerated by Song Li's flames.

However, when the Black Necromancer unleashed the ferocious skeletons, the flames of vengeance within him rekindled. You must kill Song Li, it is better to tear him to pieces and drink all the blood on his body. Even swallowed not a single hair left, only in this way can the revenge of killing the son be slightly relieved.

Everyone on the city tower sweated for Song Li. Song Xinghai's concern is a real concern, because he doesn't want his son to encounter any danger. As for the concern of the Holy Emperor and the others, of course, there is also a sincere aspect, after all, they are now in the same camp. However, it was more because of the expectations for Song Li. For the people in the Imperial City, seeing the light curtain shield thinning bit by bit under the gnawing of the resentful spirits, everyone's hearts were filled with a sense of fear and urgency. For them, Song Li is the only savior. He must not be defeated.

In fact, they all think too much.

Those skeleton soldiers pounced from mid-air, still far away from the **** purple fireball, and seemed to have sensed the great danger contained in it, and they all let out a wail, instinctively dodging in all directions.

Song Li didn't bother to pay attention to these skeleton soldiers at all, and snorted coldly: "Let's all die." "The thunder that spurred the Imperial Fire exploded in the center of the skeleton group. The earth-destroying energy detonated in an instant, and the shock wave of the explosion lifted these skeleton soldiers into the air, and under the fierce flames, more than a hundred skeletons were incinerated into nothingness before they could even scream.

The blast wave of the explosion encompassed the entire platform, and the black necromancer was not spared. Seeing those skeleton soldiers who had spent a lot of energy and financial resources refining being incinerated, his first reaction was not distress, but fear. Boundless fear. At this moment, he was completely sure that these purple flames were not artificial flames, but the legendary origin fire.

Artificial fire is definitely not so powerful, and only the purest and strongest origin fire energy between the heavens can incinerate all cold and evil things.

Paralyzed, what kind of luck is this? After being in retreat for so long, I finally succeeded in the spell, and when I got out of the customs, I met the nemesis of the black necromancer, the Origin Tinder.

At this time, the huge advantage in rank no longer had any meaning, and this young man did not rely on his own cultivation to deal with himself, but with the help of the power of the Origin Flame. If he didn't practice the Black Undead Spell, but other martial arts, although the Origin Fire was extremely strong, the young man in front of him was limited to cultivation, and it wouldn't cause him much harm. But what he cultivated was an evil spell that was extremely yin and cold, and he was born to be restrained by the origin fire. The terrifying purple flame would incinerate all the weapons he unleashed in minutes. None of him, including himself, was spared.

Run, the best thing to do in this situation is to flee this dangerous place immediately.

If the spirit is lost, it can be replaced, and the skeleton soldier can be retrained if it is lost, and if you lose your life here, there will be no chance.

So before those purple flames burned in front of him, he decisively urged the bone dragon under the seat, turned around and flew away into the air.

The bone dragon is also an undead creature, and it also has an instinctive fear of those purple flames, so when it escapes for its life, it works harder than usual, and quickly flapps its bone wings and shoots them out like arrows.

"Mouse-like bastard, still want to escape?" Song Li's mind moved, and one of the purple flames suddenly accelerated, shooting towards the person and the dragon with speed and incoherence.

The flame streaked through the air, like the fuse of gunpowder being ignited, and soon burned to the tail of the bone dragon...... Under the burning of the origin fire, the tail of the bone dragon instantly burned into flying ashes, "squeak", and the bone dragon let out a terrible wail......

The purple flames were contaminated with the breath of the undead, and they seemed to be extremely disgusted with this kind of thing, and the energy surged, and the burning became more and more intense. The black necromancer's clothes were quickly ignited as well, and with a bang, a man and a dragon were wrapped in purple flames, and people nearby could smell a burning smell......

"Ah......h......h

Song Li naturally wouldn't let this scourge slip away so easily, originally he didn't plan to take action personally, anyway, the Holy Emperor's side had already found out before, on the day of the Queen Mother's birthday, Prince Zhong must have taken action, and they had already made targeted arrangements. However, Prince Zhong actually invited the black necromancer regardless of the bottom line, and released the resentful spirit forbidden spell, in a vain attempt to completely destroy the living beings in the entire imperial city. This touched Song Li's bottom line.

If you are paralyzed, a coup d'état is a coup d'état, and a position grabbing is a position, don't implicate innocent people. Besides, Song Daguanren's father is still in the imperial city, you want to kill his father, can he not want your life?

Song Li never advertised himself as a good person, but he had his own moral code in his heart. A bastard like the Black Necromancer, who has been engaged in ****** profession for a long time, is even more evil than those terrorists who killed innocents indiscriminately in his previous life, since he has encountered it, and he still has the ability to stop and destroy such a scumbag, he will naturally take it seriously.

Seeing that the man and the dragon were wrapped in flames and wanted to escape, Song Li quickly took out the flying sword from the storage ring, recited the magic technique, and quickly rose into the air, like a meteor across the sky, quickly tracking away.

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded, including everyone on the city tower, no one expected that the seemingly powerful black necromancer would actually be burned by Song Li and fled. Song Li was only a cultivator in the fetal period, but that black necromancer was a cultivator at the eighth level of Jindan. The gap between two people is as insurmountable as a moat.

It stands to reason that the black necromancer could blow Song Li into smoke with a single sneeze. But the situation was reversed, and Song Li blasted out a powerful fire thunder, which actually burned all those resentful spirits and skeleton soldiers to ashes. Even that awesome black necromancer only has the share of a rat with his head in his arms. And when he fled, a man and a dragon were surrounded by flames all over their bodies, and they were called miserable. I guess the end is not much better.

When Song Li took the flying sword, the Holy Emperor and Prince Zhong were not in the mood to continue fighting, and everyone looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, looking at the direction in which Song Li and the man and the dragon left.

The Holy Emperor's side naturally hoped that Song Li would quickly deal with the black necromancer, come back as soon as possible, and destroy those resentful spirits that were lying on the guardian light shield and biting.

And Prince Zhong's side naturally hoped that the black necromancer would be able to fight back and kill Song Li. Even though they knew that the chances of such a thing were slim, they couldn't help but hope for it. Especially Prince Zhong, seeing that with the resentful spirit devouring circle of the black necromancer, he will soon be able to break through the imperial city, and the throne that he has been thinking about for a long time is in front of him.

But Song Li suddenly came out of the way, and he poured a basin of cold water on his head, extinguishing his hot expectations.

Hate. （http:／／.)。 Prince Zhong really hated Song Li, and his teeth itched. This little bastard has repeatedly done bad things to him, and the most hateful thing is that he killed his only son. Why didn't he go to death?

Song Li rode the flying sword and tracked all the way. The black necromancer had been trying to extinguish the fire in various ways while escaping, but those flames seemed to be able to burn everything, and whatever you used, it would be incinerated by the flames, not only could not extinguish the fire, but helped the flames burn more and more. If it weren't for him urging the true qi in his body to form a golden pill body shield on the surface of his body, he could barely support it for a while, but I am afraid that he would have already been burned to ashes at this moment.

However, these purple flames are too domineering. Even if you gather the true qi of the whole body to form a Jindan body shield, I am afraid that it will not last long. A moment later, it was still incinerated by the flames. A boundless fear rose in the black necromancer's heart, and he didn't feel much when he had been draining other people's souls before. And I enjoy the taste of controlling other people's lives and deaths. At this moment, his own life is in the hands of others, and he knows that the fear, fear, and resentment that people have before they die are really too devastating.

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