Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

A deafening scream rang out, and the smell of burning instantly entered the nose.

Zhang Qiyan was hit by the attack and retreated several meters to avoid it. At the same time, the chain condensed by spiritual power was shattered and dissipated. The aftermath of this attack, which contained 70% to 80% of the power, was enough to separate Shen Qiao from his demigod state.

Zhang Qiyan stood beside her and supported her, "Is this the time to die?"

"That's normally the case." Shen Qiao used the force to steady his body, and his eyes returned to normal, but were soon covered with silver again.

Xuan Linggen could directly see the movement of the opponent's soul. Logically speaking, that powerful blow just now should have shattered it into pieces. In fact, it was indeed the case, but...

"I can still 'see' him."

Shen Qiao's face was solemn.

"Every broken piece of him has fragments of his soul attached to it."

Although Zhang Qiyan didn't understand the matter of these souls, he knew from Shen Qiao's words that this fight was probably not over yet, so he was still on guard. "So what?"

"You will be resurrected." Shen Qiao did not waste his blood, but directly applied it on Zui Bugui's sword blade to activate its spirit.

"When the body of an ordinary creature is damaged, the spirit will automatically be separated, or the soul will be shattered and turned to ashes. But this person's soul is like it's stuck to the body. The body and soul are like glue to each other. As long as one of them exists, it can be pulled back to its original state."

"Immortal and indestructible..." Zhang Qiyan murmured unconsciously, "Isn't that very similar to the undead army that Xiyuan had before?"

"It's a man-made ghost that has been driven to transform into a ghost."

The blade was imbued with spiritual energy. Shen Qiao held the sword in one hand and stood at his side, staring intently at the rapidly gathering corpses. "This is the successful example of the Undead Army."

The one in Prince Xu’s mansion turned out to be fake.

Zhang Qiyan didn't believe it. He raised his hand with a thin layer of scales and then clenched it fiercely. A torrential amount of broken fire and stones fell from the sky, like a torrential rain, igniting every piece of the corpse.

The scorching temperature burned a large area of ​​the sky red, and just by standing aside you could feel the heat wave blowing in your face.

A wave of fire rain poured down. Shen Qiao lowered his arm to look over, his pupils dilated with fear. He quickly grabbed Zhang Qiyan's hand, saying, "Wait a minute! They seem to be absorbing your spiritual power!"

Zhang Qiyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly withdrew her attack. She saw the falling flint fragments still suspended in the air. Her spiritual energy suddenly condensed into a giant fireball, heading straight for her with a clear target.

Her pupils trembled, and she tried to control it but found it was useless.

What would happen if something this big fell to the ground?

Shen Qiao made a sword flower in his hand to accumulate power. Without moving his body, the sword tip had already been swung out, and a powerful and sharp sword energy suddenly hit the oncoming fireball.

When the two collided, there was a sizzling sound of evaporation in the air. The seemingly light sword had extinguished most of the flames on the fireball. Shen Qiao struck while the iron was hot and while the fireball was temporarily restrained by the sword, he suddenly jumped into the air with the sword in hand and chopped it down fiercely from top to bottom, thus splitting the fireball with a diameter of more than one person into two halves.

She kept moving. After one sword strike took effect, she freed one hand to control the spiritual power. The water spiritual power that seeped in when the first sword collided suddenly lit up and covered the entire body of the fireball like vines. Shen Qiao closed her five fingers, and the fireball broke in response, completely shattering into sand and gravel that posed no threat and fell to the ground.

At this time, the "person" who had just been beaten apart by the two of them had completely recovered to his original state.

Shen Qiao came to Zhang Qiyan's side, slashed his left wrist with his sword, and said, "I have a method I want to try."

"Help me hold him back for a while."

Zhang Qiyan didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, she had no other options now. "Okay."

As soon as he responded, Zhang Qiyan flew out and started fighting with the monster.

The wound that Shen Qiao had just cut started to bleed and gradually became hot. She put two fingers together and guided them down her arm, using her spiritual power to force out a cluster of flames.

This was the "Heavenly Fire" that Jiang Queli borrowed from the red carp ten years ago. The reason why she was able to cure Song Shi's poison in the National Master's Mansion was because of this Heavenly Fire.

I don't know if it will be useful, but Jiang Queli, a guy who can calculate every detail, will definitely not give her this extra heavenly fire for no reason.

While she was preparing, Zhang Qiyan was already on the verge of collapse. A fierce flame burned up the sword. Shen Qiao grasped the hilt with both hands and raised the sword to meet him. "Here it comes!!"

Zhang Qiyan reacted extremely quickly. After retreating for a few moves, he quickly turned from defense to offense. When the ghost in front of him kicked over, he teleported behind it and punched it on the back, pushing it defenselessly towards Shen Qiaozheng, where it collided with the sword blade that was slashing at it.

As the blade cut across the neck, the flames instantly detached from the blade as if they had found a new host and drilled madly into the body of the monster.

"Eat it?! You are giving it a snack!" Zhang Qiyan was shocked. Seeing that this didn't work, he was about to drag Shen Qiao to hide.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Shen Qiao grabbed her shoulders to steady her, "Let's wait and see."

After the heavenly fire penetrated into the body of the ghost, it seemed as if it had been cast a spell to immobilize it. It paused for about five or six seconds. Zhang Qiyan saw that the thing suddenly began to scratch itself in pain. The frantic movement finally lifted the hood that had been covering its face, revealing the face of a familiar man.

It’s Si Huangyan.

"what--!"

The screams were so hoarse, as if his throat was burned, and he could no longer speak clearly.

The two of them saw him showing a painful expression like a real person, and stretched out his hand to them, "Help..."

Zhang Qiyan frowned, his expression unreadable.

The heavenly fire burns not only the body, but also the soul and poisonous insects. It was with this characteristic that the human and immortal races were able to wipe out the entire Xiyuan clan.

In less than a moment, the flames from the inside out had burned Si Huangyan completely through, and it fell straight to the ground in the air like a kite with a broken string.

Fortunately, there was a large open space in the palace, and although a huge stone pit was created after the fall, no one was injured.

The two men immediately landed and walked over to check, and found that the people in the pit had been completely burned to ashes, leaving only a pile of black ash.

"Huh...finally dead." Zhang Qiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but pat Shen Qiao's shoulder in relief.

"Why didn't you take out this good thing earlier?"

Shen Qiao froze for a moment as she looked at the thing in the pit. When Zhang Qiyan came to take a picture of her, she finally couldn't hold back and bent over with her hands covering her mouth as if by reflex.

Zhang Qiyan paused and looked carefully, only to find that blood was flowing out from between the fingers that were covering his mouth.

"Hey!!"