Usually, most princes have only titles, and the court does not give fiefs. As long as they give fiefs, it means that the prince has become a prince. He can have his own private territory, be qualified to form local armed forces, or be taxed. Invisibly, the Holy Emperor set a potential threat for himself.

If the entire imperial city had not been facing the crisis of destruction, how could the shrewd Holy Emperor dig such a big hole for himself? In his opinion, the crisis in front of him is the most deadly. Let’s talk about the troubles in the future. As long as you can overcome the disaster in front of you, you will be willing to pay any price.

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

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

The old man, the Holy Emperor, is quite sincere. Regardless of whether he rewards or not, Song Li will go out for a trip. No matter what, he is for his father and his own life, he cannot stand by. However, since the Holy Emperor is willing to bleed heavily, he doesn't mind knocking this old man up. Who made him the chief rich and handsome man of the Holy Lion Empire?

The protective light shield was officially activated when the vengeful spirit started attacking. All the attacks outside were blocked, but it was still possible for the people inside to go out. Song Li displayed his figure and flew out from the city tower, and in an instant it fell on the high platform.

The resentful spirits found someone rushing out of the protective light shield, and the nearby resentful spirits wanted to stop him, but the black undead mage on the platform waved the bone staff in his palm and signaled them to continue gnawing at the light shield without paying attention to Song Li. He would just solve this person himself. His goal is the same as Prince Zhong, that is, to break the imperial city as soon as possible. Only after breaking the city can they each take their needs and get what they dreamed of. Prince Zhong got the throne, and he got countless souls that died unjustly.

"Do you think you can escape?" The black undead mage hid under his hat and peered at the handsome young man in front of him. Strangely, he didn't seem to be very scared, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile actually had a little bit of... mocking? Who is he mocking? Me?

After a brief investigation, he knew that the young man's cultivation was only at the peak of fetal breathing. A small character in the fetal breathing stage actually dared to mock the great black undead mage? Where did this come from? How could he be so ignorant of the world?

"Escape? Why should I run?" Song Li looked at the black undead mage wrapped in darkness with a smile, and sneered: "What's there to be afraid of if you don't even dare to show your true face? I am a man who stands tall and upright, afraid of his wife, how could he be afraid of a sneaky scum?"

"If you want to anger me, then I tell you, you succeed." The black undead mage's robe sleeves were trembling. The more people who were engaged in his profession, the more sensitive they were. On the one hand, they claimed to be "great undead mages", and on the other hand, they had an awareness of not being able to see the light in their hearts.

In the midst of extreme self-esteem and extreme inferiority, the psychology of every black undead mage is more or less distorted. He said coldly: "Everyone who tries to humiliate me will cause me to revenge wildly. You will die miserably."

"Go to the damn." Song Li cursed: "You evil, disgusting dead rat, if you have a germination, come over."

"I will pull your soul out of your body with my own hands. I will refine you into a 'soul slave', and I will drive you for my life forever, and I will never turn over." The black undead mage gritted his teeth. When ordinary people saw him, they were so scared that they ran away with their heads in their arms. No one dared to curse in front of him like Song Li. The black undead mage felt like he had lost all his dignity, and Song Li successfully aroused his highest degree of anger.

The black undead mage waved the bone staff in his hand and chanted a spell. A ball of black air suddenly emerged from the top of the bone staff, transforming into the shape of a net in the air, and then quickly headed towards Song Lidang.

Since Song Li left, the attention of the people on the city tower has completely shifted to the high platform, and no one has ever seen those ferocious resentful spirits. Song Li scolded the black undead mage in person, and everyone felt refreshed and secretly praised "I have a kind." Ordinary people were scared when they saw the black undead mage's soul. Not to mention cursing, they probably didn't even dare to let go. Only a weirdo like Song Li has such pride and courage.

However, when the black undead mage released the strange black net, the Holy Emperor immediately changed his face and blurted out: "Spirit Binding. This demon actually released the Spirit Binding in front of so many people."

The spirit-binding is the unique spell of the black undead mage to extract the soul of a living person. If it is covered by the net transformed from the black air, the soul will be stripped out and the body will become an unconscious walking corpse. This is the most cruel way of killing. After being bound, the person's body and soul will not be able to rest in peace. It will be enslaved by the caster for life.

"Kill him. This little bastard deserves death." Prince Zhong's eyes were full of fanaticism. Seeing Song Li come out of the city tower, he was in the face of Prince Zhong's thoughts. Although the Holy Emperor was his main target, Song Li had a grudge against him for killing his son. To some extent, he hated Song Li more than the Holy Emperor. So when he saw the black undead mage preparing to take Song Li's soul alive, a feeling called "happiness" flowed in Prince Zhong's chest.

"Go to hell." Song Li used the magic trick of the Great Fire Thunder Technique to condense the imperial fire energy in his body into a fireball. As his cultivation level increased, his speed of condensing the fireball was much faster than before.

In an instant, a purple ball of light formed in the palm of his palm, and purple lightning, like a small snake, ran around the surface of the fireball, emitting dazzling light. Song Li shouted loudly, and the "Thunder of Emperor Fire" blasted over the black net.

The reason why he was fearless and dared to confront the Black Undead Mage in person was his unique skill "Thunder of Imperial Fire".

When he was in the Lion Tyran Desert, he used the thunder of the Emperor 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 a nemesis like the soul body. To put it bluntly, whether it was Yin Soul or these undead, they were all the energy of Yin Cold attributes, and Emperor Fire was the nemesis of all Yin Cold attributes in the world.

Even a soul body as high as Yin Po can only escape in a panic when encountering Emperor Fire, let alone these ordinary soul bodies?

Sure enough, the black net was originally aggressive, but before it could get close to the thunder of the Emperor Fire, it could already feel the energy rush that destroyed everything. The black net of the spirit binding was also composed of the soul bodies of the resentful spirits. They encountered the biggest nemesis between heaven and earth, as if creatures in nature met natural enemies, and they were so scared that they turned around and wanted to escape.

However, the speed of the Emperor Fire Thunder was as fast as a meteor, and it was too late to escape at this time. After contacting the black aura, the Emperor Fire Thunder exploded violently. Everyone on the city tower felt that the entire imperial city seemed to be shaken by the explosion's shock wave.

The purple flame instantly swallowed the black net. The black net spread out in the surrounding flames and turned into resentful faces. They screamed, their expressions were terrified one by one, and they rushed out one by one, but they were surrounded by purple flames from all directions. Soon, those faces were engulfed by the flames.

The black undead mage looked at everything in front of him in a daze, murmured: "It's impossible... How could the bind spirit be afraid of flames... What kind of flame is this..."

The Bound Spirit is the most important magic weapon for the black undead mage. It was made by refining the souls with the greatest resentment and the strongest among the resentment spirits. I don’t know how many souls of the strong men were extracted. Even the masters of the Golden Pill stage could not escape, but actually capsized in the gutter in front of a small character in the fetal breathing stage and burned all of them by fire.

The black undead mage suddenly thought of a taboo about them, that is, if anyone encounters a fire of origin, it is the best way to escape. Because the fire of origin is the purest yang fire energy between heaven and earth, and the soul body is the most yin and cold energy, and the fire of origin is definitely the nemesis of the soul body. However, in recent hundreds of years, no one has ever heard of conquering the fire of origin, which is also the reason why he dares to run rampant on the continent.

This boy in the fetal breathing stage doesn't seem to be able to conquer the original fire no matter how he looks... But what's the matter with the purple fire in his palm? If it were artificial flames, his bound spirit wouldn't be afraid of being like this...

With a heart full of doubt, the Black Undead Mage couldn't help but ask: "What kind of flame are you... what kind of flame is this? Why can I burn my bound spirit... This is 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 you don't understand in this world." Song Li shouted loudly: "Take me another move."

As soon as he finished speaking, another thunder of imperial fire was blasted out. After such a long period of practice, his thunder of imperial fire could almost be instantly emitted, and he also found some methods to control energy. In the past, after sending an thunder of imperial fire, his energy would basically be hollowed out, 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. As the opponent's strength is different, the destructive power of the Emperor Fire Thunder will be different. In this way, after learning energy distribution, his Emperor Fire Thunder can be continuously emitted.

The black undead mage's cultivation level had reached the eighth level of the Golden Elixir Stage, so he didn't take Song Li, the little ant with the peak of fetal breath, at first, thinking that he was just frightened by those resentful spirits and came to make a fortune with a lucky mentality.

However, the most yang and pure fire energy between heaven and earth contained in the Emperor Fire Thunder made him feel fear from the depths of his soul. Since he began to practice the black undead spell, he had never felt this way. He instinctively realized that this fireball that could completely burn the resentful spirit was most likely his nemesis.

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