According to the description of the snow-white beast, the spirit-devouring fire that the beast clan had at that time should be at this level.

Ninth-level spirit devouring.

Even they were unable to cultivate the final holy spirit-eating spirit.

And the power of the ninth-level spirit-eating... Ling Zhi's eyes flashed, his palms waved, and a flame suddenly appeared in his hand, heading straight towards several evil demons in the king realm.

The spirit-devouring fire is extremely fast. As long as there is spiritual power in the ground, they can burn.

And now there is rich spiritual power everywhere in the land.

Under the urging of Ling Zhi, the spirit-devouring fire flew out like a fire, burning a flame passage in the air, and pressing against several evil demons in the kingdom.

And during the flying process, even if a star-lit flame splashed on the ordinary evil demons, it would be enough to destroy them.

"The Nine Changes of Spirit Devouring is already the limit of spiritual fire. Logically, even some middle-grade king soldiers can be directly destroyed. Even the top-grade king soldiers cannot withstand the long-term burning of the Nine Changes of Spirit Devouring Fire." Ling Zhi calculated roughly in his mind, and even rushed over while the Spirit Devouring Fire was covering the evil demons.

The Xuanyuan Sword turned into a huge size of 100 feet and was grabbed by him. It was still dozens of feet away, and then it slashed towards it.

Bang.

boom.

With one sword, almost half of the evil demons in the king realm were covered. With a sound of explosion, two evil demons actually burst out with flames.

It was still in the air, and black blood mist turned into black blood and flesh and blood.

One sword is out to destroy two evil demons!

In the flames of Xuanyuan Sword, Ling Zhi did not take it back, but swept horizontally to the right.

A crisp bang was blocked.

Ling Zhi frowned slightly. Just as he was about to increase his strength, he suddenly realized that the power that resisted him had disappeared.

A sword passed, but no blood was spilled out.

Only two pieces of dry body fell down.

Several consecutive swords were swung out, and when the spirit-devouring fire gradually changed and returned to Lingzhi's body, where was the figure of the evil demon in the king realm in the air?

Even the evil demon at the fourth level was actually roasted into human fuck by the spirit-devouring fire.

When Ling Zhi fought with him, he was already alive. As soon as the power of the black fog was emitted, it was cremated into ashes by the Spirit-Devouring. One of the powers was not left in ten.

With his body, if Ling Zhi lets him slash with Xuanyuan Sword, he will naturally have a dead end.

The whole audience was silent and silent.

Because in this huge open space, less than thousands of demons were left behind, and they were being chased and killed one by one by one by the Iron Cavalry of the Qin Dynasty.

The evil army that seemed to be able to destroy Qin Du in one encounter actually dissipated because of Ling Zhi's spirit-eating fire.

Everything seemed a bit dreamy, so dreamy that many people couldn't react.

"roar!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The trembling cheers, shouts and applause came from the direction of Qindu.

With the complete elimination of the evil demons, the black fog in the air was burned clean by the Spirit-Devouring Fire. Ling Zhi and the others returned to Qindu.

The Great Qin Iron Cavalry was shocked as soon as they entered the city.

When Ling Zhi, Lin Canghen and others appeared in Qindu, some people were ashamed, such as those king-level warriors who blocked the city gate and dared not rush out.

Some people are excited, crying and crying.

The former accounts for 90%, while the latter accounts for only 10%.

So Ling Zhi did not agree to these shouts and cheers, nor did he smile at all.

In his eyes, these people were so hypocritical and disgusting.

He knew that if they could not resist the evil demons, when they were about to retreat to Qin Capital, none of these people, these cheering people, would open the city gate and the formation for them.

The one who really wants to fight against the evil demons has already gone out with him just now.

They may be the weak among humans, but are there no weak among evil demons?

Soldiers are against soldiers, generals are against generals.

Just like just now, if Ling Zhi did not possess the Spirit-Devouring Fire, then Ling Zhiling, Lin Canghen and others would fall into endless battles with ordinary evil demons. Zheng

At this time, who will resist the evil demons in the king realm?

Even if the evil demons in the kingdom will not attack Qindu at this time, how can they fight against the evil demons in the kingdom when Ling Zhi and the others kill them?

The final outcome can be imagined.

In this battle, what Ling Zhi saw was the real human heart!

Such a heart makes him feel heartbroken!

If there was no anonymous man like the old man, he would not have come to Qindu at all!

Perhaps because of feeling Ling Zhi's mood, Lin Canghen's expression was a little ugly. He glanced around for a while, and didn't have much, and lined up with Ling Zhi and others and walked towards the palace location.

In just a few steps, Ling Zhi might have seen a familiar figure.

Liancheng!

Xuanzhou’s first family of computer arithmetics and the last successor of the Lian family!

Ling Zhi's heart trembled, his back felt a little chilling, and he took a few steps to meet him.

"Senior." Ling Zhi respected.

Some of the restraint in Liancheng's eyes gradually faded away, and he looked at Ling Zhi's eyes with a strong sense of appreciation.

"You are already the former of the King Realm. How could I still be shameless and make you call me Senior?"

"If it weren't for your guidance, it would have been difficult for me to survive those crises. And you have never asked me to do anything for you. How could I forget Ling Zhi?" Ling Zhi's tone was sincere. At his strength and level, it would naturally be of great importance to be able to do this.

"Liencheng?" Just now, Wuming suddenly screamed in surprise and walked over.

Wuming's body was full of blood and blood. This was the last bit of life span of his body. No one knew how long he could last, one month, maybe at the next moment, the next breath.

"Hey, you old guy is not dead yet?" Lian Cheng seemed to have not expected the other party to come. He glanced in surprise and showed a little joy.

These two people actually knew each other.

"I'm not dead yet, I just happened to run into this change of Taoism. But you, so many years have passed, and your aura has almost never changed." Wuming glanced at Lian Cheng strangely, "I'm very curious, how many years have you lived, you old guy?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was silent.

The artistic conception can live for thousands of years.

The body state only has a hundred years of life.

Liancheng's cultivation level is in the physical realm.

What can be described by Wuming for many years... how can it be thirty or fifty years?

Lian Cheng laughed dryly and changed the topic, "Why are you paying attention to me, an old guy? I'm going to have another thing."
Chapter completed!