With the help of the black iron stick, Ling Zhi finally got rid of the black flame.

At this moment, on his body, there was almost nothing left in his clothes, almost in his body.

The body has almost no complete skin.

Fortunately, his strong physical recovery is rapidly regenerating muscles and skin.

But it is inevitable that you will suffer some unlucky torture.

Ling Zhi has long been used to taking out a set of clothes from the ring and changing it.

Several sets of clothes have been prepared in the ring.

"Do you should take the time to get a few pieces of Wang Jia or something? Otherwise, it would be inconvenient if it was outside or in public?" Ling Zhi laughed at himself.

These Fang Xiangshi are really strange. When combined with those fireflies, they will burst out with such shocking power.

Fortunately, the strength of these Fang Xiang clans is not very strong, otherwise he would be even more dangerous if he had so many.

The corpses of Fang Xiang’s family on the ground not only did not scare away the remaining Fang Xiang’s family, but more Fang Xiang’s family rushed in through this stairs.

They were not in a hurry to attack, but in this not-so-wide tomb, they were swaying around and surrounded Lingzhi little by little.

Ling Zhi held the black iron stick in one hand, and felt extremely satisfied.

Just now, the black iron rod swept away the flames on his body, which seemed casual, but he knew very well that this was the sign that the spirit of the weapon was about to appear.

The black iron stick is indeed a divine object raised in the raw land. It just put it in his body to warm it up. Before he could really start sacrificing, this kind of consciousness of protecting the master appeared.

It is hard to imagine how strong the black iron rod will be when it produces the spirit of the instrument in the future.

The strength of the weapon spirit is directly linked to the strength of the weapon.

Ling Zhi had already made up his mind that the black iron stick would be the Taoist soldier he used after entering the Holy King realm.

And how to sacrifice and refine, he also had a bold idea in his mind.

"Since you have already taken out today, it's better to breathe a breath and fight for a big battle, and then warm up again." Ling Zhi smiled and suddenly rushed forward in his hand.

With a slight sound, he stabbed directly into Fang Xiang's head and penetrated through his forehead.

Ling Zhi waved his stick and threw the Fang Xiangshi away, and followed the trend to hit the other side behind him.

Fang Xiang's reaction was quick, stretched out his claws and slapped at the black iron rod, from top to bottom, trying to slap the black iron rod.

Ling Zhi snorted coldly, holding the end of the black iron rod, and shook it slightly. The top of the black iron rod sank and bounced up again, with even more shocking power, hitting the claws of Fang Xiang.

He forced the golden claws into a black blood mist.

roar.

Ling Zhi rang out from the side, and Ling Zhi kicked the ground and rushed up.

Fang Xiangshi from both ends hit him from both sides almost at the same time.

Ling Zhi stepped downward and stepped towards Fang Xiangshi directly below.

The nine steps of the reverse dragon are naturally used, and this distance becomes erratic.

Fang Xiang's face suddenly showed a puzzled expression, a little confused.

In its opinion, it seemed that Ling Zhi was falling, but the next moment, it seemed to be rushing forward and jumping up.

When it reacted, Ling Zhi had already appeared in front of it, and it was too late to fight back.

Fang Xiangshi on the other end was extremely fierce. She pulled out her long tongue and slapped her, thrusting her towards Ling Zhi's body, trying to pull Ling Zhi towards it.

"Die!" How could Lingzhi make it go well?

These things were actually taken advantage of him not to investigate, which made him suffer such a great loss, almost causing him to change his skin and flesh and blood.

The black iron rod was like a black lightning bolt. With a swish, it actually traveled directly through the long tongue.

He wrapped his long tongue around the black iron rod, but continued to move forward.

He followed Fang Xiang's open mouth and stabbed it in one go.

Well.

The iron stick suddenly broke into his throat, causing Fang Xiang to retreat, and his throat was shaking, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, this discomfort only lasted for a moment.

Because the next moment, the black iron rod passed through his throat, and opened a big hole at the back of his neck and penetrated it out.

On the other hand, Fang Xiangshi was stepped on his head by Ling Zhi with nine steps against the dragon.

The skull on the top of the head was shattered on the spot, and the bone fragments were inserted into the brain.

These Fang Xiangshi have no soul power and no spiritual power.

Like an ordinary beast, as long as it is attacked to the critical point, it will die.

However, its difficulty and strong vitality have caused it to take a lot of effort to deal with it even if Lingzhi dealt with it.

Don't be underestimated.

Whether it is the Nine Steps of the Counter Dragon or the Black Iron Stick attack, these are all tricks that Ling Zhi uses when dealing with opponents of the same level.

Now, almost every one of these Fang Xiangshi needs to use a powerful move to protect him.

In the air, the fireflies flew everywhere, never down, but did not fly away, which also put great pressure on Lingzhi.

He needs to be in a hurry because he always feels that these fireflies that rush out of the red coffin are the most evil things.

There were so many Fang Xiang's family. After killing him, he almost blocked himself in the tomb. Around him was the corpse of Fang Xiang's family that was built up high.

This is because many Fang Xiangshi were directly blown out by him and turned into blood mist shattered, otherwise it would be even more exaggerated.

There were at least hundreds of Fang Xiangshi who died under his command.

And these hundreds are equivalent to hundreds of divine beasts, they are not low-level wild beasts, nor are they those spirit beasts on the boundless sea.

You know, even if it is the Trench Tribe, whose bloodline is not pure enough, it is just a spirit beast.

Unless a person like Shui Wuhen has a blood tempered to an extremely high level and has a trace of the blood of a real dragon, he can become a divine beast and push his life level to a level comparable to a medium-grade divine beast.

Ling Zhi stood with a stick, his breath was a little unstable. He consumed a lot of money in this battle. He almost couldn't remember how long he had been, and he didn't feel like he was about to overdraw his power like today.

However, he did not sit down and fell down because his keen feeling, huge trouble, and huge threat had just arrived.

Everything before was just the other party's temptation, just the other party's test before the attack and preparation before the attack.

Next, the main show.

clatter.

clatter.

A horse's hooves first appeared at the end of the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, two black legs wrapped in black clothes.
Chapter completed!