There is no escape, there is no other way but to beg for mercy. Realizing this, the black necromancer decisively stopped and landed in a wooded clearing. Song Li also landed.

"Your Excellency, I was wrong, please stop......" The black necromancer lay on the ground and begged Song Li for mercy: "The little one who has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, provoked you, a strong man, and now I know that I am wrong." I declare my surrender to you, and from now on, I will be your faithful servant, and the little one will serve you all the rest of my life, and the little one will do whatever you let the little one do. The small ones can lick the dust off your toes for you if you need them. ”

Song Li snorted coldly: "Dirty guy like a mouse, you lick your toes for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu thinks you are dirty." Now that you know how to beg for mercy, aren't you going to slaughter the city in a hurry?"

"The little one is wrong. The scorching sensation became more and more obvious, that is to say, his Jindan body shield was about to be unable to stop those purple flames, and the black necromancer kowtowed like garlic, and wailed: "Please accept the supernatural powers, the little cheap one, even if you kill me, your hands will be dirty." ”

"I don't have to do it myself. Song Li shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "A fire is the cleanest." ”

"Your Excellency, the little one can give you all the accumulation over the years, those resentful spirits, and the methods of manipulating the resentful spirits, as well as this skull dragon, are all given to you. It's the bones of a real dragon. As long as you promise to spare my life, it's all yours. ”

Song Li waved his hand, and the raging fire suddenly weakened a lot. Although these flames left his body, they were still in essence with Song Li's mind, and he was like an arm commanding him, and he was free to control them.

Seeing that the fire had weakened, the black necromancer breathed a sigh of relief, he hurriedly jumped down from the bone dragon under his crotch, pushed the skull dragon in front of Song Li, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, from today onwards, this undead demon pet is yours." After speaking, he told Song Li the trick of controlling the bone dragon.

Song Li quietly put the bone dragon into the storage ring, no matter what, the combat power of this bone dragon was still quite strong. In the future, if you encounter any tricky enemies, you can release the bone dragon coldly and yin him. These undead creatures themselves have nothing good or evil, and they are all in the hands of their masters.

"Your Excellency, can you let go of the little one now?These flames, you might as well help me withdraw......" The black necromancer looked at Song Li's face tremblingly, and he didn't dare to come out. Although this young man's cultivation is not a little lower than him, he doesn't even dare to have the slightest contempt now, and some are only in awe and fear.

Those purple flames that can even incinerate souls are terrifying.

"Those resentful spirits you released are still lying on their stomachs in the Imperial City's guardian light shield, and you want me to let you go without telling me how to disperse them?" Song Li scoffed.

"Yes, yes...... The little one was in a hurry and forgot about this stubble...... "The black necromancer hurriedly handed the bone staff in his hand to Song Li, and explained the method of subduing the undead, Song Li asked him again how to solve the poison of the undead, and he explained that with the same spell, just summon those resentful spirits from the poisoned person's body.

Song Li nodded, in fact, he could use the Emperor Fire to incinerate all those resentful spirits. However, considering the immense power of those resentful spirits, it would be a pity if they were all destroyed. It's better to keep it, maybe it will come in handy in the future.

"Now, I have told you all the secret methods of the black necromancer, and you can become a great black necromancer in the future. ”

"Get out. Is Lao Tzu rarely a black necromancer? Song Li glared at him in disgust.

"The little one is wrong, the little one is wrong...... the black necromancer nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Please let the little one ...... as promised"

"What's your name?" Song Li asked lightly.

"My name is Scorched Tooth......" the black necromancer replied hurriedly.

"Well, Scorched Tooth, go all the way. Don't do evil again in the next life......" Song Li waved his hand again, and the fire that had already weakened burned again......

"Ah......" Jiao Muya screamed and hissed, "You don't talk about trust...... You said you let me go......"

"When did I say I was going to let you go?" Song Li's face sank: "A scourge like you, Lao Tzu will destroy one when he sees one." ”

"Liars. Liar ...... "The fire became more and more intense, and Jiao Muya's Jindan body shield was finally burned, and his entire body was swept into the flames, and he cried out miserably: "Even if you turn into a powerful ghost, I will not let you go." You devil. ”

"Cut. Lao Tzu is not even afraid of you when you live, are you still afraid of ghosts?" Song Li sneered, seeing that the scorched wood teeth had turned into a pile of ashes, he turned around and took the flying sword and flew back.

At this time, the mood of the people on the upper floor of the Imperial City was different.

Those resentful spirits who were lying on the guardian light mask and gnawing frantically, under the gradual efforts, saw that the light mask was getting thinner and thinner, and at most a quarter of an hour's effort, there would be gaps in some places. As long as there is a crevice, these wraiths can penetrate through the stitches. When the time comes, what awaits them is an evil devouring and slaughter.

When life and death are at stake, no one can do the same as usual. Even the Holy Emperor is no exception. At this time, he couldn't help but complain a little, Song Li, that kid, why didn't he deal with these most threatening resentful spirits first, how could he run to chase that black necromancer.

If Song Xinghai was not on top of the city tower, the Holy Emperor would think that Song Li was deliberate. But since Song Xinghai was also on top of the city tower, it was impossible for Song Li to ignore his father's life. That proves he didn't mean it.

"Hahaha...... Prince Zhong under the castle is obviously also aware of this. Secretly scream, God help me. Judging from the battle situation on the high platform just now, the purple flame in Song Li's hands could deal with these resentful spirits, as long as he slashed through with a fire and thunder, I am afraid that all those resentful spirits would have to be incinerated by the flames.

But instead of doing it first, he went after the black necromancer instead, missing his best opportunity. Even if he shattered the black necromancer's body into thousands of pieces, only to find that the Resentful Spirit Devouring Circle had broken through the Imperial City, and his father and many innocent lives in the Imperial City had been sucked dry, what was his mood at that time? Prince Zhong especially wanted to see this scene. His hatred for Song Li has gone deep into his bone marrow, and as long as Song Li is sad, he will be very happy.

"Song Xingtian. Even God won't help you......" Prince Zhong smiled strangely, looked up to the sky and said: "I'm about to turn into a dry corpse, what do you feel at this moment? If you are given a chance to choose again, will you still covet the throne?"

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, everyone will be punished. Song Xingtian's face turned pale, and he scolded: "You used such evil means to seek the throne, and people and gods are angry. Losing the hearts and minds of the people, how long do you think you can sit in this seat?"

"Ridiculous. These people in the imperial city are all full of brains and fat, and they are usually just a group of blood-sucking locusts. Can they represent the hearts of the people?" Prince Zhong sneered: "If I get rid of you, the people will only be grateful to me." As for the people's hearts...... Hehe, Song Xingtian, do you think you are very popular with the people? You just go to the streets of the Holy Lion City and drag someone to ask, do they support you or me?"

"Your hypocritical methods will be revealed to the world sooner or later, don't think that you are very smart, and the common people are not stupid. Can you blind them for a while, can you hide it for the rest of your life?" Song Xingtian sneered: "This time you launched a mutiny, how many innocent citizens were killed by the rebels? Could it be that their families will still support you as always? Dream on you." ”

"It's useless to talk about that now. Prince Zhong was not angry, and looked at him with a smile: "Tell you, I can't stop this resentful spirit from devouring the Great Array." So the fate of you and a bunch of henchmen is already sealed. Now, even if you want to take the initiative to give up the throne and open the city to welcome me into the palace, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

"Fart. Who told you it's too late?" A cold snort came from mid-air, and everyone looked up one after another, and saw Song Li riding a flying sword through the clouds, holding the bone staff of the black necromancer, and quickly approaching the city tower.

"Li'er, you're finally back. Ming King Song Xinghai couldn't help but smile on his face. Song Li went to chase the black necromancer just now, but he was not less worried.

"It's okay, don't worry, father, that guy can't help me. Song Li smiled at his father.

When Prince Zhong saw that the black necromancer's bone staff was in Song Li's hand, he knew that it was broken. That useless thing, it's still the eighth layer of Jindan, and even Song Li's little shrimp in the fetal period can't handle it. Before he came, he bragged about how powerful he was, and he was burned like a dog and ran away?

Dute is a bunch of rice buckets. Why can't even a leper dog like Song Li solve it?

"Shoot the arrows. Shoot him off for me. Prince Zhong angrily shouted at the crossbowmen behind him.

"Xiuxiuxiu......" Under the obscenity of Prince Zhong, those crossbowmen bent their bows and arrows one after another, aiming at Song Li in mid-air and shooting.

"Bastard thing. You dare to hurt people with secret arrows......" Song Xinghai shouted violently, pulled out his long sword and was about to rush out. （http：／／)。

"Father, you just stay where you are, this little trick can't hurt me. Song Li didn't even bother to look at the thousands of sharp arrows behind him, he was wearing the dragon blood battle armor given by Long Ziyan, not to mention ordinary bows and arrows, even the demon-breaking arrows blessed with mana couldn't penetrate it.

Song Xinghai stopped when he heard this, he knew his son very well, since his son said that it was okay, then it must be fine. Song Li is definitely not the kind of person who obviously doesn't have that ability but wants to be a hero, in fact, most of the time he will be underestimated.

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air was endless, and what made the archers stunned was that those arrows had obviously shot at Song Li, but they were bounced away one after another, without causing him any damage.

"Bastard. He wore protective armor. Prince Zhong scolded hatefully. It's just that what shocked him was that in most people's cognition, protective armor could only block ordinary bows and arrows, and if it was a long-range powerful sword, it would not be able to block it no matter what.

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