Usually, most of the princes' titles are only titles, and the imperial court does not give fiefs. As long as the fief is given, it means that the prince has become a prince. He could have his own private fiefdom, be eligible to form a local army, and collect taxes. Invisibly, the Holy Emperor set up a potential threat to himself.

If it weren't for the fact that the entire Imperial City was facing the danger of annihilation, how could the shrewd Holy Emperor dig such a big hole for himself? In his opinion, the immediate crisis was the most fatal, and the troubles in the future would be discussed later. As long as you can survive the catastrophe in front of you, you will not hesitate to pay any price.

If Song Li asked him for the throne at this time, he might agree. Power is important, but it must be exercised with a life.

"Look at what you said, I did this to save everyone's lives, not to get promoted and get rich. Song Li said with a righteous face: "You just wait for my good news." ”

The Holy Emperor, this old guy, is quite sincere, anyway, whether he is rewarded or not, Song Li is going to go out for a trip, if not for anything else, but for his father and his own life, he can't stand idly by. However, since the Holy Emperor was willing to bleed heavily, he didn't mind knocking this old guy on a bamboo bar. Who made him the chief rich and handsome of the Holy Lion Empire?

The protective shield is officially activated from the time the wraiths start attacking, and all attacks outside are blocked, but the people inside can still get out if they want to. Song Li showed his figure, flew out from the city tower, and landed on the high platform in an instant.

When those resentful spirits found that someone had swept out of the protective light shield, the nearby resentful spirits wanted to stop him, but the black necromancer on the high platform waved the bone staff in his palm, signaling them to continue to gnaw at the light shield and ignore Song Li. This person, just let him solve it personally. His goal and Prince Zhong are the same, that is, to break through the imperial city as soon as possible. Only after the city is broken can they take what they need and get what they have always wanted. Prince Chung was given the throne, and he was given countless souls who had died unjustly.

"Do you think you can escape?" the black necromancer looked under his hat and peered at the handsome young man in front of him. Strangely, he didn't look very scared, and there was a smile on his lips. There was a bit of a ...... in that smile Who is he mocking?

After a little investigation, he knew that this young man's cultivation was only at the peak of fetal breath. A small character in the fetal period actually dares to laugh at the great black necromancer? Where did this **** come from, how can it be so ignorant?

"Why should I run away?" Song Li looked at the black necromancer who was wrapped in darkness with a smile, and sneered: "A **** like you who doesn't even dare to show his true face, what is there to be afraid of?

"If you want to provoke me, then I tell you, you succeeded. The sleeves of the black necromancer's robe trembled, and the more people who engaged in his profession, the more sensitive their hearts became, on the one hand, they called themselves "great necromancers", and on the other hand, they had an awareness that they could not see the light in their hearts.

In the midst of extreme self-esteem and extreme inferiority, the psychology of every black necromancer is more or less distorted. He said coldly: "Everyone who tries to humiliate me will invite me to take revenge in a frenzy. You're going to die a terrible death. ”

"Go to Nima's. Song Li scolded: "You evil, disgusting dead rat, let the horse come over if you have a seed." ”

"I will take your soul alive from you with my own hands. I will refine you into a 'soul slave', and I will be driven by you for life and life, and you will never be able to turn over. The black necromancer gritted his teeth, ordinary people were all frightened when they saw him, and no one dared to scold him in front of him like Song Li. The black necromancer had a sense of loss of dignity, and Song Li had succeeded in provoking the highest level of anger in him.

The black necromancer waved the bone staff in his hand, chanted a spell in his mouth, and suddenly a cloud of black gas emerged from the top of the bone staff, transforming into the shape of a net in mid-air, and then quickly headed towards Song Lidang's hood.

Since Song Li went out, the attention of everyone on the city tower has completely shifted to the high platform, and no one has looked at those hideous-looking resentful spirits anymore. Song Li scolded the black necromancer in front of him, and everyone felt happy, and secretly praised, "There is a kind." "Ordinary people, when they see the black necromancer's soul, they are scared, let alone curse, they probably don't even dare to let out a fart. Only a strange person like Song Li has such pride and courage.

However, when the black necromancer unleashed that strange black net, the Holy Emperor's face immediately changed, and he blurted out, "Binding the spirit." This demon, he actually released the binding spirit in front of so many people. ”

Soul binding, which is the unique spell of the black necromancer to extract the soul of the living, if it is covered by the net formed by the black qi, the soul will be stripped out of it, and the body will become an unconscious walking corpse. This is the most brutal means of killing. After being bound, the body and soul of the person do not have rest. Lifelong servitude of legal persons.

"Kill him. This little bastard deserves death. Prince Zhong's eyes burned with fanaticism, and when he saw Song Li coming out of the city tower, he was in the arms of Prince Zhong. Although the Holy Emperor was his main target, Song Li had a grudge against him for killing his son, and to some extent, he hated Song Li more than he hated the Holy Emperor. So seeing that the Black Necromancer was preparing to extract Song Li's soul alive, Prince Zhong had an emotion called "pleasure" flowing in his chest.

"Go to hell. "Song Li used the technique of the Great Fire Thunder Technique to condense the Emperor Fire energy in his body into a fireball, and with the improvement of his cultivation, the speed at which he condensed the fireball was much faster than before.

In an instant, a purple ball of light formed in the palm of his hand, and purple lightning like a small snake scurried on the surface of the fireball, exuding dazzling light all over his body. Song Li shouted violently, and the "Thunder of the Emperor Fire" blasted towards the black net.

The reason why he has the courage to confront the black necromancer face to face is because of his stunt "Emperor Fire Thunder".

When he was in the Shitilan Desert, he used the Thunder of Imperial Fire to kill the messenger of the Ice Demon Island, and almost lost his life. At that time, he already knew that the Emperor Fire in his body was the nemesis of the soul body and the like, to put it bluntly, whether it was Yin Soul or these undead, they were all Yin and Cold attribute energy, and Emperor Fire was the nemesis of all Yin and Cold attribute energy in the world.

Even a soul body as a high-level Yin Soul encountered the Emperor Fire, and it was only a matter of embarrassment, not to mention these ordinary form soul bodies?

Sure enough, that black net was originally menacing, but before it got close to the Thunder of the Emperor Fire, it had already felt the torrent of energy that destroyed everything. The black web of the spirits is also composed of the souls of the resentful spirits, and they encounter the biggest nemesis between heaven and earth, as if the creatures of nature have encountered natural enemies, and they are so frightened that they turn around and want to escape.

However, the speed of the Imperial Fire Thunder was as fast as a meteor, and it was too late to escape at such a time. After coming into contact with the black aura, the thunder of the Emperor Fire exploded violently, and everyone on the city tower felt that the entire imperial city seemed to be shaken by the shock wave of this explosion.

The purple flames instantly engulfed the black net, and the black net overflowed in the encirclement of the flames, and re-transformed into the faces of the resentful spirits, they screamed, their expressions were terrified one by one, and they rushed outward, but they were surrounded by purple flames in all directions, and soon, the faces were engulfed in flames.

The black necromancer stared at everything in front of him in amazement, and muttered, "Impossible...... How could the bound spirits be afraid of flames...... What the hell is this flame ......"

Binding Spirits is the most important magic weapon of the Black Necromancer, and it is refined by him from the most resentful and strongest soul among the resentful spirits. I don't know how many strong souls have been extracted, and even the masters of the Jindan period can't escape the bound spirits, actually capsized in the gutter in front of a small character in the fetal period, and was burned by him.

The black necromancer suddenly thought of a taboo about them, and that was that it was best to flee if they encountered anyone with the Origin Fire. Because the Origin Fire is the purest Yang Fire energy between heaven and earth, and the soul body is the energy of the most yin and cold, the Origin Fire is definitely the nemesis of the soul body. However, in the past few hundred years, no one in the mainland has heard of anyone subduing the Origin Fire, which is why he dares to run rampant on the mainland.

This fetal kid doesn't look like he has the ability to accept the Origin Fire...... However, what was the matter with the purple fire in his palm? if it was an artificial flame, it would be impossible for his bound spirit to be afraid of this......

With a heart full of doubts, the black necromancer couldn't help but ask, "...... you What kind of flame is this, and why can it burn my binding...... It's impossible......"

"Don't think that if you have these ghost things that can't be on the table, you can run rampant on the mainland. There are so many things in this world that you don't understand. Song Li shouted violently: "Take me again." ”

As soon as the words fell, another Emperor Fire Thunder blasted out. (http:／／.）。 After such a long period of cultivation, his Emperor Fire Thunder could almost instantaneously, and he had also figured out some ways to control his energy. In the past, after sending an Emperor Fire Thunder, the energy in his body would basically be emptied, and he could only send it once.

Now, he can adjust the energy of the Emperor Fire Thunder according to the needs of the enemy, and the destructive power of the Emperor Fire Thunder will be different depending on the strength of the opponent. After learning the energy distribution in this way, his Emperor Fire Thunder can be fired in bursts.

That black necromancer's cultivation had already reached the eighth level of the Golden Pill Stage, so he didn't take Song Li, a little ant at the peak of fetal breath, to heart at all, thinking that he was just frightened by those resentful spirits and came down to break through with a fluke mentality.

However, the kind of pure fire energy between heaven and earth contained in the Thunder of Emperor Fire made him feel fear from the depths of his soul. He had never felt this way since he began to practice the Black Necromancer, and he instinctively realized that this fireball capable of completely incinerating the wraiths was most likely his nemesis.

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