The old man's hands are like lightning, and his palms are full of wind and evil.
Although Ling Luo's cultivation level is not as good as his, the extreme fire can burn the most sinister and evil things in the world.
It can be seen that the old ghost is extremely afraid of the flames she emits.
"Xiao Luo, imagine what this emperor looks like in your mind. The bigger the better!" Prison's voice came to mind.
Ling Luo calmed down, and the scene of seeing the thousand-foot-long soul of the ancient Extreme Fire God Dragon for the first time gradually emerged in his mind.
Immediately afterwards, she formed a seal with her hands, and a dragon roar shook the forest.
In the shape of extreme fire, the hell attacked the old ghost's body violently.
"Hooooo——"
The extremely fire dragon soul penetrated the old ghost's body and burned a huge black hole in his chest.
The old ghost let out a heart-rending cry of pain and looked at his pierced chest, his eyes wide open and full of fear.
He saw the remaining half of his heart, which was burnt black at the edges and still beating.
"Lingxi Agarwood, bring it here." Ling Luo stretched out a hand and looked at the dying man coldly.
The old ghost's pale lips moved slightly, and before he could speak, he fell down.
Ling Luo knelt down and placed it on the old ghost's nose. He died.
Her eyes roamed around the old ghost's body, and then she discovered that there was an earthy yellow space ring on his thumb.
After Ling Luo pulled it out, he injected a bit of vitality and probed into it, and found many strange things, including Lingxi Agarwood.
"Prison, what was that move just now? It looked so powerful."
"Hehehehe, I am a dragon, even though it is just a soul, it is enough to torture these people to death."
Listening to Yu's triumphant tone, Ling Luo rarely made fun of him. Because she knew that the old ghost she fought with just now was about the same strength as Ling Zhan, and was at least a third- and fourth-level great martial artist.
"Thank you very much this time."
"Hey, it's just a joke."
Ling Luo lit up the evil bamboo forest with a big fire and walked out slowly.
Outside the soul-soothing bamboo forest, when Chen Moxu saw Ling Luo, he quickly stood up and asked, "Did you get the Lingxi Agarwood?"
Ling Luo nodded and said: "I got it, Your Highness, let's go back."
Chen Moxu's face flashed, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and without saying a word, he stretched out a hand, pointed at Ling Luo's neck, and pinched it.
As if Ling Luo had expected it, he floated back lightly, snatched away Chen Moxu's attack, and sneered: "Your Highness, you really have evil intentions."
Chen Moxu's face became more and more gloomy when someone exposed his thoughts, and he scolded coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over Lingxi Agarwood quickly!"
"So you really want the emperor to die!" Ling Luo looked at Chen Moxu with extremely contemptuous eyes, "His Royal Highness, do you know that if you do this, the throne that originally belongs to you will only be farther away from you?
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"Hmph! What do you know? If you are not poisonous, then you are not a husband!"
Chen Moxu stopped talking nonsense and rushed towards Ling Luo with a cruel blow.
When Ling Luo just killed the old ghost, he used the power of the ancient Extreme Fire Dragon to consume at least two-thirds of his body's vitality. Now, facing the prince's killer, he suddenly seemed a little stretched.
Ling Luo was getting tired, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face became increasingly pale.
When she went out to the palace today, she didn't call Xuanyuan Yu because he was still asleep. Now that she was in danger, she felt regretful.
If I had known, I would have dragged that sleepy guy away no matter what.