Chapter 2109: Inferior Ghost Saint

Li Qingfeng waved his hand, stopped the two monsters, and said, "Stop arguing, I'll kill the subordinate of the three-eyed ghost first."

Li Qingfeng turned the see-through eye of his right eye, shooting out a golden light, and instantly saw the ghost saint who spoke just now.

Qingfeng Li could see clearly that this ghost sage was a low-rank ghost sage, his strength was not too high, and he was not a threat to Qingfeng Li at all.

Li Qingfeng swung out his fist suddenly, blasting the air, and saw all the black mist ghosts around were blown apart, and ruthlessly hit the place where the low-rank ghost saint was.

The low-rank Ghost Sage frowned. From Qingfeng Li's fist, he felt a terrifying power, which was not weaker than his master, the Three-Eyed Ghost Sage.

The low-grade ghost saint waved his palm, and condensed into a huge black vortex in front of him. The black vortex was made up of ghosts and ghosts, trying to block Qingfeng Li's fist.

It's a pity that as soon as it came into contact with Li Qingfeng's fist, it turned into countless fragments with a bang and disappeared.

After that, Qingfeng Li's fist moved forward, with invincible strength, and hit the low-rank ghost saint fiercely, piercing through his chest.

The attack and defense of the low-rank ghost saint had no effect on Li Qingfeng. Li Qingfeng's fists had a natural suppressing effect on him. ..

The low-rank Ghost Sage looked at Li Qingfeng with fear, and said in horror: "How is it possible to suppress prisons? How can you learn this kind of suppression of hell?"

The low-grade ghost saint is formed by the condensed souls of ghosts from hell. After training to become a ghost saint, what he fears most other than lightning and flames is the prison-suppressing fist.

Because it is said that the Prison Suppressing Fist was cultivated by a Prison Suppressing Immortal, who once used his fist to suppress the entire hell deep underground.

Li Qingfeng smiled coldly, and said with disdain on his face: You ghosts really don't know how to live or die, and dare to run rampant in front of me. I practice prison-suppressing boxing, and I was born to suppress you. Let me all die today.

Qingfeng Li waved his Prison-Suppressing Fist again, with the runes of hell flashing on it, and the runes of hell spread like tadpoles, forming black rays of light, covering the entire abyss.

All the black mist ghosts and the low-grade ghost saints below, after touching these hell runes, trembled all over, crawling there like a mouse seeing a cat.

Li Qingfeng punched out the seventh punch of the Prison Suppressing Fist, and a crack was directly smashed into the sky. Wherever it passed, all the darkness was split open, even the body of the low-rank ghost saint was split in half.

He was condensed from the soul body, and the next moment began to condense again.

The low-rank ghost sage laughed loudly, and said, "Although you practice prison-suppressing boxing, you haven't learned all the boxing techniques, so you still can't kill me. I'm a low-rank ghost sage."

Qingfeng Li smiled lightly, and said sarcastically, "Really, then I'll burn you to death with flames."

Li Qingfeng directly circulated the golden flame in his body, forming a golden flame at the tip of his right index finger and middle finger.

The golden flame had a terrifying high temperature, a full 15,000 degrees. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding black mist ghosts were burned, and the rest of the ghosts retreated in fright, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Li Qingfeng casually pointed his right index finger forward, and a golden flame flew out, heading straight for the direction of the low-rank ghost saint.

The low-rank ghost saint screamed in fright, because he could clearly feel the power of the golden flame, which was much stronger than the flame Li Qingfeng used just now.

The low-rank ghost saint wanted to turn around and run away, but the golden flame was too fast, it rushed in front of him in a blink of an eye, shot at the top of his chest with a whoosh, and then spread along his body and burned all around.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

The low-rank ghost saint uttered screams, and the screams resounded throughout the abyss. After a while, his entire body was burnt to ashes by the golden flames, leaving nothing behind.

The treasure hunter next to him looked at Li Qingfeng in horror,

The eyes are full of horror, it is also a soul body, and the most feared thing is the golden flame.

Treasure Hunter has no doubt that if his body is contaminated with a little golden flame, it will be burned to slag. His master is really too powerful. Not only does he possess the power of lightning and flame, but he also inherits the inheritance of the golden sage .

Li Qingfeng smiled lightly, and said: Let's go, let's continue down, there is really no challenge at all.

The treasure hunting mouse rolled its eyes and was speechless. To others, the Three-Eyed Ghost Dao Forbidden Land is a place that no one has set foot in, and it contains huge unknown horrors.

Anyone who came here would be killed by ghosts. Many cultivators never left here alive, but Li Qingfeng said that this place was too weak and there was no challenge.

"Master, walk slowly, I'll follow you." Seeing Li Qingfeng's fast speed, the treasure hunting mouse was frightened and quickly followed after seeing Li Qingfeng's fast speed.

Although the treasure hunting mouse is the darling of the world and can find the most treasures of the world, its strength is not high.

Especially now that its body is damaged, only its mental power is left, which is extremely weak. Even the low-rank ghost saint just now can easily kill the treasure hunter, so it has to follow Li Qingfeng closely.

Li Qingfeng walked all the way from the top of the abyss to the lowest point below, and killed all the black mist ghosts, ghost kings, and ghost saints who blocked him.

After a stick of incense, Li Qingfeng's soles finally touched the ground. It was a black ground with black liquid flowing on it and black mist still rising.

There were shrill screams in the mist, like ghosts from hell.

Huge grimaces could also be seen in the black mist. Those grimaces were phantoms left behind by the dead powerhouses of ancient times. Li Qingfeng could clearly feel their strength, at least they were saint-level powerhouses.

The black puppy walked to Li Qingfeng's left, his face changed slightly, and he said, "No, Li Qingfeng, the three-eyed ghost saint has collected so many ancient strong souls, he probably wants to refine these souls, To improve one's energy, one must not allow him to break through to a top-rank ghost saint, otherwise it will be extremely troublesome to deal with.

Li Qingfeng frowned slightly, and there was a look of solemnity in his eyes. If the opponent was only a middle-rank ghost saint, Li Qingfeng was not afraid, but if it was a top-rank ghost saint, Li Qingfeng would put a question mark.

"Let's go, let's go there quickly. Just now, the lower-rank ghost saint said that the three-eyed ghost saint is breaking through. We can't let him break through to the upper-rank ghost saint." Li Qingfeng said.