Pan Jihui looked at Song Zheng with a smile and asked, "Have you heard that there is a saying in the cultivation world that you can be a demon king with one finger?"

Song Zheng was confused: "I haven't heard of it."

Pan Jihui smiled and said no more. Song Zheng was stunned for a moment before he realized: he had not reached the level of one finger, so of course he would not have heard of this judging standard.

He was so amazed and laughed. After all, he was a top-notch cultivator in the Xuantong realm! The power of one finger is already a strong man. He can be the power of one claw, so of course he is even stronger.

However, this also gave him a clear standard to judge the true strength of the Demon King for the first time.

"However," Pan Jihui smiled softly, and was filled with the confidence of the strong: "Let's not give the Demon King time to react."

"Hmm?" Song Zheng was puzzled. Pan Jihui had already jumped, got off the back of the insect, and whistled, and the poisonous insect flew high up to a height of thousands of feet. It was already difficult for everyone to breathe. If it were a mortal, it would be difficult for them to survive here.

Pan Jihui had already landed in the air of three hundred feet, but the wolf and elephant riders below turned a blind eye to him. Song Zheng immediately realized that this was also the embodiment of the great powers used by heaven and earth for me.

Pan Jihui took off the small wine gourd around his waist, pulled out the plug and took a big sip, then lowered his head and blew it down, and a thin line of fire spurted out from his mouth.

The line of fire went straight down, and when it reached dozens of feet away, it suddenly exploded with a bang. The hurricane was booming, and the flames were rolling, just like the doomsday was coming to the earth!

The flames instantly swept across the 500-mile range, and all the creatures wandering within this range, including the brutal wolf cavalry, instantly turned into ashes, and they didn't even have a chance to scream.

However, the elephant riders near the volcano did not die immediately. Pan Jihui blew up again, and the rolling flames became even more fierce, with extremely high temperatures, molten gold and iron, and everything on the ground was burned into a state of melting, turning into a sea of ​​magma and fire.

The Thirty-Six Elephant Rider could no longer hold on. As the flames swept, the magic weapon, mount, and body were all burned into a fog. Only thirty-six huge demon heads were left.

But Pan Ji was very cautious because he was about to face the possible demon emperor, so he drank another sip of wine, and then blew it in the sky, banging... the melting sky flames washed the floor for the second time.

Song Zheng and his men could feel the heat waves rolling at a height of thousands of feet. The scorching of their bodies was dry, and they had to use enough spiritual energy to fight. The air flow kept blowing upwards, and the sixth-level rash insects could not control their bodies' stability!

This is just an aftermath. If it is really in the sea of ​​fire... he dare not think about it, and he is secretly shocked.

Pan Feiyi's bright eyes were full of pride, and her grandfather had always been the object of her admiration.

Two flaming fires, a group of powerful demons turned into ashes. No wonder he was confident that the demon emperor would not get the news - those demons didn't have time to send out demon roars.

Pan Jihui waved his hand, and thirty-six elephant riding demon heads, and another forty other wolf riding demon heads above the River Realm were flying to the sky: "My friend accepted it with a smile."

Song Zheng thanked repeatedly, his heart was thrilled. He presented so many demon heads. According to Tianhuo’s previous practice, he would definitely reward everyone with a lot.

As the poisonous insects landed, the surroundings of the volcano gradually cooled down, leaving behind a crystal-clear glass color.

Pan Jihui waved to his granddaughter, and Pan Feiyi landed. Song Zheng was very disciplined: "Old senior, we are standing guard for you outside."

"Okay." Pan Jihui nodded and took his granddaughter down.

Song Zheng and his friends were guarding outside, staring at a sixth-level rash worm with big eyes, always feeling a little scared.

Wang Jiu felt a little distressed: "This is a rare spiritual object. Once it matures, it may be rated as a seventh-level spiritual object. It is even stronger than those spiritual objects that leave the whole country helpless. Is it just for someone to give it away?"

Shi Yi laughed and scolded: "If this weren't the case, where did these powerful demon leaders come from? It would be great if you can survive. Don't be greedy, you fat man."

Wang Jiu just smiled regretfully and didn't argue with Shi Yi.

...

It took two hours before Pan Jihui came out with his granddaughter. Song Zheng and his friends were stunned when they saw the girl again. Wang Jiu scratched his head and said, "Miss seems to be a little different. Although I don't know where it is different, I can tell at a glance."

Song Zheng was sure that she had merged with the ancient fire classics of innate armor, and since then, her affinity and understanding of all the power of flames will be far beyond ordinary people.

The Yinhuo Sect itself practiced the Fire Method, which is really like a tiger's wings.

Pan Jihui looked at the sky: "There is still some time, why don't you take us to your camp and sit there."

Song Zheng knew that he must have something to tell him, otherwise he would not have been able to practice hard with the top Xuantong realm, and treat his group of soldiers in the Burning Acupoint Realm with such respect and politeness.

"Sister me."

He was still on the poisonous insect, and flew all the way, and soon returned to the camp.

Pan Jihui looked at the camp arrangement and was even more satisfied with Song Zheng. He nodded and praised: "It's very good." He suddenly said to Song Zheng: "On the way, I noticed that there was a mulberry forest not far from the east. My friend went with me to take a look and picked some mulberry fruits. This fruit is a third-level spiritual fruit. It has no benefit to me, but it is of great benefit to you."

"Okay." Song Zheng came out with him, Pan Jihui rolled up his sleeves, and Song Zheng's eyes were blurred. He had somehow stood in a tall and deep mulberry forest.

Pan Jihui bounced his fingers a few times, and fire threads shot out one after another. The fire threads were like swords, and dozens of strange snakes fell from the thick mulberry tree.

"It's safe." He took Song Zheng in and pointed Song Zheng at the picking of the mulberry fruits, and then said, "I have something to ask my friend..."

...

Click!

Wang Jiu took a bite of Lisang fruit, filled with sweet juice, and turned into a full of spiritual energy in his mouth. He chewed seven or eight of them, and praised him repeatedly: "It's delicious, worthy of being a third-level spiritual fruit."

On the other hand, Shi Yi had already drawn his bow from side to side and ate more than a dozen.

Song Zheng also ate it. This Lisang fruit is indeed a good thing. After eating it, the spiritual energy rippled throughout the body, washing the acupuncture meridians all over the body. It not only greatly supplements the spiritual essence, but also has a slight improvement in qualifications.

Zhou Kou finally woke up and after eating a few Lisang fruits, he was in great pain.

But Pan Feiyi was still a little restless and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Grandpa, what should you do?"
Chapter completed!