Chapter 2119 Ghost Holy Altar

Treasure Hunter shook his head and said: Master, that is because you have not been recognized by this altar, so you have not seen its power, even the former three-eyed ghost saint has not been recognized by the altar, otherwise, he would have mastered the altar With strength, it can easily kill you.

Li Qingfeng was startled. He was shocked by the words of the treasure hunting mouse. If this altar is really a treasure, it must have an unusual origin.

Because even the mid-level ghost saint, the three-eyed ghost saint, can't control the black altar, one can imagine how powerful the black altar is.

Li Qingfeng radiated his spiritual power and entered the black altar, wanting to test whether he could control the black altar.

It's a pity that when Li Qingfeng's spiritual power just touched the black altar, black runes emitted from the surface of the black altar.

The black rune seemed to come from hell, containing cold power, even Li Qingfeng's spiritual power couldn't penetrate it, and was directly blocked from it.

Li Qingfeng didn't believe in evil, and continued to increase his mental strength, rushing towards the altar overwhelmingly, but the next moment, there was an even stronger reaction on the altar, and black runes flashed one after another.

The black runes condensed into a huge grimace pattern, forming a black vortex, once again blocking Li Qingfeng's spiritual power, and at the same time rushed towards Li Qingfeng's spiritual power.

Li Qingfeng's mental power was directly beaten back, and a crack appeared on it. Li Qingfeng's face was pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

"How is it possible? What's going on here? How can the power of the black runes emanating from the black altar be stronger than the power of the three-eyed ghost saint?" Li Qingfeng's eyes were full of disbelief.

Li Qingfeng had just killed the three-eyed ghost saint, so he naturally knew the strength of the three-eyed ghost saint, which was obviously not as powerful as the black altar in front of him. Li Qingfeng had no doubt that the black altar in front of him was definitely a top-grade holy weapon.

Li Qingfeng tried several times, but he couldn't subdue the black altar in front of him, which made his eyes full of cold light and a trace of dissatisfaction.

Li Qingfeng turned to the treasure hunting mouse and asked: "What kind of treasure is this black altar? I tried several times, but no matter what method I use, I still can't subdue it. Tell me, what should I do?" "

The Treasure Hunter said: Master, this black altar is called the Ghost Altar. It had a great reputation in the ancient universe era. It is a high-grade holy artifact in hell. It is extremely powerful. Legend has it that only immortals who suppress prisons can control it.

Li Qingfeng frowned, and there was a hint of secret joy in his heart. From the words of the treasure hunting mouse, he knew the power of this ghost holy altar, and at the same time, he also understood that only the prisoner immortal could subdue it.

Then what I practice is the mortal prison-suppressing body and prison-suppressing fist of the prison-suppressing immortal, can it resonate with the black altar in front?

Thinking of this possibility, Li Qingfeng was full of energy, and secretly murmured in his heart, I will use this prison-suppressing immortal's technique to communicate with the black altar in front of me, maybe I will be able to persuade it and make it follow willingly with me.

Li Qingfeng operated the mortal prison body, causing black runes to emanate from his entire body. The black tadpole runes came from hell and kept spinning above his body.

The runes rotated from his head to his neck, then to his heart, and finally to his soles, wrapping around his body, as if his whole body was immersed in the black runes.

Li Qingfeng squatted down, sticking to the top of the altar, so that the tadpole-shaped runes on his body were closely adjacent to the altar.

There were black runes flashing above the Ghost Saint Altar. Those runes also came from hell. Although they were somewhat different from Qingfeng Li's runes, they all had a common origin.

Now tracing back to the source, they are actually forming an affinity relationship, first colliding with each other, and then touching each other, as if they are related by blood.

Li Qingfeng gradually felt that the blood power in his body resonated with the black altar below,

He felt a huge black ghost character flying out of the altar.

Whoosh!

I saw a huge ghost character flying out of the black rune. Immediately after it flew out, it rushed towards Qingfeng Li and entered the depths of Qingfeng's mind. Suddenly, a ghost appeared in the depths of Qingfeng's mind. ghost word.

This ghost character is condensed with spiritual power, which contains terrifying power. Of course, it is spiritual power.

Li Qingfeng felt excited, because he found that when this ghost word appeared in the back of his mind, he could easily control the ghost altar below.

"Get smaller." Qingfeng Li said.

I saw that the size of the ghost holy altar in front of it was rapidly shrinking, from a few hundred feet in size to a few tens of feet in size, a few feet in size, and finally became the size of a fist.

Qingfeng Li stretched out his hand to grab the altar, but the next moment, Qingfeng Li staggered and almost fell down, because he could clearly feel the weight of the ghost altar in his hand, at least 80 million catties.

The power of 80 million catties is equivalent to the attack power of a top-rank saint.

Li Qingfeng can only punch 50 million catties with a single punch now, this is because of his prison-suppressing physique and Gengjin Qi that he cultivated, the average low-rank saint can only punch 30 million catties with a single punch.

Li Qingfeng has no doubts that if he throws out the ghost altar in his hand as a magic weapon, if the opponent is a low-rank saint or a middle-rank saint, he can be smashed into meatloaf by the ghost altar in his hand. **Treasure, very suitable for Qingfeng Li.

"Get bigger." Qingfeng Li said again.

Immediately afterwards, under the shocked eyes of everyone, the Ghost Altar in front began to grow rapidly, from the size of an egg to the size of a water tank, to the size of a hill, and finally to the size of five hundred feet.

The treasure hunting mouse said next to it: Master, this ghost altar can be enlarged or reduced at will. It is very powerful, especially its weight, which can crush a saint into meatloaf. Congratulations to the master for getting the ghost altar.

The treasure hunting mouse came to Li Qingfeng with a flattering expression, stretched out its paws, and pulled Qingfeng Li's trousers, not to mention how excited it was.

Li Qingfeng stretched out his hand, patted Treasure Hunter's head, and said: This time the credit is yours, and I will credit you for it.

The Treasure Mouse shook its head, looking at Li Qingfeng with a happy face, and at the same time, the Treasure Mouse turned its head to look at the black puppy next to it, but when looking at the black puppy's head, it raised its head proudly, its eyes full of arrogance , with disdain.

The current Treasure Mouse also disregards the black puppy. Although the other party is stronger than itself, Treasure Mouse knows that as long as it follows Li Qingfeng closely, there will be no problem.

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