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

Qin Zhiming looked at the charred corpse in front of him and recognized at a glance that this was the Wuzun that he had given to his grandson Qin Zheng for self-defense. In an instant, his face became as gloomy as a dark cloud.

When Qin Zhiming heard Ling Ye say that her fire could restrain them, the anger and resentment in his eyes were like a flood that could no longer be suppressed.

He gnashed his teeth and roared viciously: "I never expected that you have such a strong fire spirit power and have contracted a strange fire. No wonder you are so powerful, but what can I do?"

Qin Zhiming's face became distorted and his voice sounded like the roar of a demon, full of despair and madness.

"No matter what you say or do, it's too late. The living dead will soon destroy everyone in the Northern Territory."

"Even if your fire is extremely powerful, you can't save all of them."

There was a mad light flashing in his eyes, and he had completely lost his mind.

"Hahaha, destroy them all."

Qin Zhiming laughed like a madman, holding the mysterious whistle tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to crush it.

Just as he was about to take action, a dark shadow flashed by like a ghost.

Huo Ling'er rushed forward like a flash of lightning and quickly snatched the whistle.

Then he swung the whip in his hand hard, and with a "snap" sound, Qin Zhiming's head was pulled off like a ripe watermelon.

Qin Zhiming's head, with eyes wide open, rolled down and separated from the body in an instant, and blood splattered all over the ground like a fountain.

His blood spread on the ground like a blooming blood-red flower.

Huo Ling'er held the black whistle tightly in her hand.

It is icy cold all over, and I wonder what kind of magical material it is made of.

Unable to guess, Huo Ling'er used her mental power to explore and discovered that the inside of the whistle was made up of countless intricate meridians, like a dense spider web.

Thinking about how Qin Zhiming had previously been able to increase the strength of the zombies by blowing this whistle, it would certainly be able to make the zombies stop their attack.

At the moment when Huo Ling'er was concentrating on studying the whistle, Qin Zheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair like a puppet without a soul, suddenly had a scarlet light flashing in his eyes.

Then he stood up silently like a ghost, and his figure was as fast as lightning, and in a moment he was behind Huo Ling'er.

Even Jingjing, who was standing next to Huo Ling'er, didn't detect the slightest trace of his presence.

It was Huo Ling'er who caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing by out of the corner of her eye. She quickly spun around and kicked Qin Zheng, who was rushing towards her, away.

"Hehehe! Your reaction speed is really amazing. Even though he is in such a state, you can still sense my presence. Not bad..."

The "Qin Zheng" who was kicked away suddenly spoke, but the voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, eerie and unfamiliar.

Huo Ling'er tightly grasped the whistle in her hand, with a mocking look on her face, as if she was looking at a clown, and said: "You are not Qin Zheng, you should be the incarnation of the great evil demon?"

Qin Zheng's body stiffened slightly, and then he let out a strange laugh. The laugh sounded like an owl crying, which was creepy. "Hehehe, you are really a smart person. You actually guessed that it was me?"

"But this can't be my doppelganger."

After hearing this, Jingjing's impatience surged like a volcano erupting, and her tail swept like a dragon emerging from the sea, knocking this "Qin Zheng" to the ground.

"Why are you so anxious? I just want to tell you that this whistle has no way of stopping the zombies from attacking. Once they appear, they will pounce on their prey like hungry tigers, and will not stop until their opponents bleed to the bone."

"The order I issued this time is to massacre everyone in the Northern Territory. They will never give up until the mission is completed. Hahahaha..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zheng's body exploded like fireworks under Jingjing's attack and shattered into countless pieces.

Jingjing's eyes turned slightly red with anger, and she stared at the body parts on the ground, as if her gaze wanted to turn them into ashes.

"Ling'er, what should we do? The whistle can't stop the zombies. They are scattered and huge. How are we going to destroy them?"

Even if Ling'er is powerful and can destroy them with strange fire, she still needs to use her mental and spiritual power, and there are so many living dead...

The Northern Territory is vast and boundless. It is simply a pipe dream to want to wipe out the living dead in a short period of time.

"Since I can't stop them, I'll just send them straight to see the King of Hell."

The woman's voice was chilling, and Jingjing raised her head abruptly.

Huo Ling'er, who had just held the whistle tightly, now stood in the air like a fairy. Beside her, the towering Biling fruit tree stood proudly, lush and green, forming a sharp contrast with the broken walls and ruins around it. At this moment, they were particularly conspicuous.

"Little tree spirit, tree heart!"

As soon as Huo Ling'er finished speaking, the little tree spirit immediately wrapped the most special branch on its head around her waist like a spirit snake.

In an instant, Huo Ling'er suddenly understood the criss-crossing, densely packed, spider-web-like meridians in the whistle.

When she used her mental power to investigate just now, she discovered that the meridian structure in this whistle was surprisingly similar to that of the tree spirit. Why was that?

After a moment, Huo Linger suddenly realized that the meridian structure in the whistle was actually similar to the meridians in the tree spirit's body. How could they be so similar?

However, thinking of what the Great Evil Lord had just said, Huo Linger's eyes sank slightly.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting the whistle float in the air, the fire in her body gushing out continuously like a raging torrent.

The purple-red flames and the figure of the woman in red intertwined with each other, and at this moment, they were circling and dancing in the air together.

The floating light is like thousands of golden threads, and the raging fire is like a prairie fire.

When Jingjing realized Huo Linger's intention, his body trembled violently.

Then he quickly raised his hand, wanting to transfer his spiritual power to her for help, but he didn't expect that he couldn't get close to her as he was ruthlessly blocked by the invisible light waves from Huo Ling'er.

In an instant, the flames filled the sky like a raging torrent, all rushing into the black whistle. The woman's calm and cold voice:

"With my fire, I will burn all the ten directions."

Zhuque and others who were fighting a bloody battle with the living dead, as well as the eighteen lords, were all as excited as a lake blown by the spring breeze and could not calm down.

In a moment, this sentence exploded like thunder throughout the entire Northern Territory and could be heard clearly.

At the same moment, the living dead roaming around the Northern Territory were devoured by the powerful flames like fallen leaves in a gust of wind.

The purple-red flame was like a meteor across the sky, suddenly catching everyone's eyes, and then it disappeared without a trace like a flash in the pan.

Everyone stood there like statues.

The woman's words, "With my fire, I will burn all the world," echoed in their ears for a long time.

"It's the goddess! She is the goddess!"

"These damn monsters are finally all dead, all dead!"

"We are finally saved..."

Some people hugged each other and cried like fledglings that had survived a disaster, while others bowed down and worshiped in the direction where the sound came from like devout believers.

Some people also look at their deceased relatives or companions on the ground, wandering helplessly like lost lambs...