Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

Huo Linger's eyes turned cold, and she instantly released the eighteen masters in the jade bracelet, as well as Tiger Roar, the little fox, the old stone, and the tree spirit.

Seeing the scene before them, the people of the Immortal Clan were suddenly horrified. Even Ling Jingshan was shocked. They didn't expect that this little bitch had so many contracted beasts and helpers.

"Damn it, this woman deserves to die!"

Thinking of this, Ling Jingshan mobilized all his spiritual power to attack Huo Ling'er, but she dodged him easily every time.

After exchanging hundreds of moves in mid-air, this little bitch didn't show any sign of weakness at all. She was so strong that she didn't look like a God Lord at all.

What's more, the fire on her body actually contained strange fire, and even the spiritual weapon on her body seemed to be endless, which made it really hard to guard against.

His strength was obviously higher than that of the little bitch, but he couldn't get any advantage at all, which made Ling Jingshan even more furious.

"what……"

Suddenly, Ling Jingshan let out a scream. He looked down and saw that his chest had been burned by Huo Ling'er's fire and was bleeding.

"How dare you hurt me?"

Ling Jingshan's eyes widened, his face full of anger.

"Humph, so what if I hurt you?"

Especially when he saw his tribesmen being killed on the ground and blood flowing like a river, he became even more furious.

He hesitated for a moment, then decisively took out a porcelain bottle and drank it all in one gulp. His aura was instantly restored a lot, and even the injuries on his body caused by the backlash of his clone were instantly healed.

The moment Huo Ling'er opened the bottle, her heart couldn't help but ached. The faint fragrance made her feel extremely nostalgic.

"You should feel honored to let me drink this treasure and use it on you, little bitch."

Huo Linger looked at the stronger Ling Jingshan in front of her and asked in confusion: "Really? What kind of treasure is this? How can it be so powerful?"

Ling Jingshan smiled proudly and blurted out: "This is the heart blood of the person with the strongest bloodline talent that my master captured many years ago. Drinking it can greatly increase your strength. It is extremely precious!"

Huo Linger was filled with anger when she heard this. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying, "You are so shameless! You hurt others at all costs for your own selfish desires."

Ling Jingshan disagreed. He sneered and said, "Humph, little girl, what do you know? This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Only the strong can survive."

After saying that, he pounced towards Huo Ling'er, the weapon in his hand flashing with a cold light, ready to give her a fatal blow.

When Huo Ling'er saw this, her heart skipped a beat and she quickly dodged to the side, but her heart was filled with anger and disgust towards this kind of person.

But she still said calmly: "So your Fairy Clan is a branch of the ? I thought you were so powerful."

"How dare you! We just don't have such a strong bloodline and are not recognized by the main family."

Ling Jingshan glared at me and said, "Since our king can give me the blood of sinners, he will recognize us sooner or later."

Huo Ling'er's heart moved. This group of immortal people were actually just a branch of the family, and they seemed to attach great importance to the power of blood.

She asked curiously, "Who will your king be? And your names are similar to those of the spirit people, so is your main family also a spirit family? Then whose is the heart blood?"

Ling Jingshan said proudly: "Our king is naturally an extremely noble being. As for the owner of the heart blood... humph, she is just a sinner. Only by using her heart blood can we prove our loyalty to the master!"

Hearing this, Huo Ling'er's face suddenly turned gloomy. She tightly grasped the Shadow Moon Whip in her hand, with anger flashing in her eyes.

"You are worthy of drinking this blood!"

Huo Linger's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the spiritual energy around her turned into endless murderous intent. The Shadow Moon Whip in her hand creaked as she squeezed it.

Her body was shaking. Those damned elves actually gave other people's blood as a prize to these trash to drink. This made her feel very angry and disgusted.

The suffocating pain instantly spread throughout her body, as if it was going to burn her sanity away.

The pain was so intense that she seriously suspected that this blood in her heart had a special relationship with her.

Perhaps, it came from someone very important to her.

Thinking of this, her heart was filled with endless sadness and anger.

The pain was a hundred times worse than the pain of broken bones. She felt as if her soul was torn into countless pieces...

"Damn you all!"

Huo Ling'er roared with gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with anger for revenge.

She decided not to endure such torture any longer and she wanted to make those who hurt her relatives and friends pay the price.

Huo Ling'er did not hesitate to draw a portion of the rich spiritual power from the space and inject it into her spiritual vein and dantian. As the spiritual power continued to flow in, her aura began to gradually rise.

He soared through several small levels along the way and finally stopped at the high-level realm of the God Emperor.

At the same time, Ling Jingshan widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

With a trembling voice, he pointed at Huo Ling'er and asked, "Your aura...you are...you are also a spirit?"

However, Huo Ling'er responded coldly: "You don't deserve to know this!" There was a hint of disdain and contempt in her eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Shadow Moon Whip in Huo Ling'er's hand swung out like lightning, and with powerful spiritual power, it hit Ling Jingshan's legs fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Jingshan screamed and fell to the ground, his legs covered in blood.

Huo Ling'er's figure flashed and she quickly approached Lingjing Mountain like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived in front of Ling Jingshan, holding a knife that flashed with cold light in her hand and stabbed it into Ling Jingshan's body without hesitation...

There were flashes of swords and sabers, screams were heard, and the entire fairy clan was shrouded in blood and fear.

Every time the knife fell, it would take away a life, and these lives were all members of the Fairy Clan. Their blood dyed the ground red, forming shocking pools of blood.

Those high-ranking members of the Immortal Clan who were once high and mighty have now become lambs to be slaughtered, being slaughtered at will by the Eighteen Lords without any resistance.

Their cries for mercy and screams were intertwined, but none of this could change their sinful and tragic fate.

At the same time, the pain in Huo Ling'er's heart did not ease at all because of the demise of the Immortal Clan. She held the hilt of the knife expressionlessly, with a hint of indifference in her eyes.

At this moment, a feeling of dizziness came over Huo Ling'er, and she almost fell to the ground.

The old man's cultivation just now has reached the high level of the God Emperor realm, and his strength is unfathomable. Even though Huo Linger used the power in the space, it was not easy to defeat him.

After a fierce battle, not only did she exhaust all her spiritual power, but her mental power was almost exhausted.

At this time, Huo Linger's cultivation level began to decline, and the several small levels that she had improved with great difficulty returned to the starting point.

She finally realized that it would be extremely difficult to break through in the future.

When she was about to faint, Huo Linger used the last bit of her spiritual power to collect the Eighteen Lords and Xiao Xiao and the others, and she also entered the space.

She needs time to recover her physical and mental strength, and also needs to think carefully about what to do next.