Chapter 2159 Tempering the Body

Seeing his powerful Saint Lion Fist, Qingfeng only took two steps back. The nine Saint Lions opened their mouths with a look of surprise.

You must know that the nine-headed holy lion is a top-rank demon saint, two realms higher than Qingfeng Li.

He thought that he could easily beat Li Qingfeng to death with the Holy Lion Fist, and even if he couldn't kill Li Qingfeng, he would be seriously injured. He didn't expect Li Qingfeng to be fine.

Not only the nine holy lions were shocked, but also the other practitioners around them, especially those saint sons and daughters of the top-rank saint sect.

Holy Son of Haotian, Holy Maiden Linglong, Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, Holy Son of Mad Saber all cast surprised glances at Li Qingfeng.

You must know that the strength of the four of them is also a top-rank saint, but now seeing that the nine holy lions did not kill Li Qingfeng, they felt a threat.

Qingfeng Li is only a low-rank saint, so he can fight a high-rank demon saint. If Qingfeng Li breaks through to a high-rank saint, he won't be invincible in the same realm.

Shengzi Haotian glanced at Li Qingfeng, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly thinking whether to go up and give Li Qingfeng a blow.

The Linglong Saintess next to her saw the thoughts of Holy Son Haotian, and said lightly: Holy Son Haotian, you are also in the top 30 of the Qianlong list after all, how could you bully a low-rank saint?

Haotian Shengzi frowned slightly, and said: Linglong Shengnv, do you know that guy, so you protect him.

Linglong Saintess shook her head and said, "Son of Haotian, I don't know that human being, and I haven't seen him before, but I feel that we are all famous figures in the front of the Qianlong list. Even if we want to attack Li Qingfeng, we must Let him compete with the nine holy lions.

Shengzi Haotian nodded and said: Don't worry, I naturally know how to measure.

Not far away, although Li Qingfeng was confronting the Nine-Headed Saint Lion, his hearing was extremely sensitive, and he had already heard the conversation between the Holy Son of Haotian and the Holy Maiden Linglong not far away.

Li Qingfeng was extremely upset about Haotian Shengzi. I didn't know you and didn't provoke you, but you still wanted to deal with me. It's nothing to do.

But Qingfeng Li felt a little fond of Linglong Saintess. This beautiful woman actually spoke for him at a critical moment.

Qingfeng Li would be in danger if Holy Son Haotian had made a move just now. Qingfeng Li had already exhausted all his strength to deal with a nine-headed holy lion. Another Holy Son Haotian would definitely cause huge damage.

Linglong Saintess didn't know that it was because she spoke for Li Qingfeng just now that she helped her escape in the future Meteor Immortal Proving Ground.

In the future, Li Qingfeng even saved her life and gave her some treasures in order to thank her for her help now. Of course, these are all things to come.

The nine-headed holy lion looked at Li Qingfeng in front of him, and said with a cold face: Yes, you can block my holy lion punch, but I want to see how many punches you can block me.

The nine holy lions circulated the holy yuan in the body, and all of them were input into the top of their fists.

His body rose into the air and began to grow in size, becoming ten thousand feet in size, as big as a mountain.

The other cultivators around all backed away, for fear of being affected, they couldn't bear the berserk energy emanating from the nine holy lions at all.

Not only that, nine heads, eighteen arms, and eighteen fists grew out of the body of the nine holy lions.

Each of these eighteen fists stands upright and looks down upon the sky. It is as big as a small hill. It can be said that the volume of a fist is several times larger than Li Qingfeng's body.

Li Qingfeng smiled lightly, and said: "It's interesting to transform."

Qingfeng Li wasn't afraid, and he didn't transform himself, because Qingfeng Li had just discovered that when the holy lion fist of the nine-headed holy lion hit his fist, although he backed himself up, he was still aroused. The power of mortals in his body to suppress the prison body.

The most important cultivation of the mortal prison body has two aspects. One is to cultivate by oneself to absorb the ghost energy of hell.

But this is the world after all, not hell, the breath of hell is relatively weak,

So relying solely on Li Qingfeng's own cultivation speed is a bit slow.

Another method is to rely on the opponent's cultivation, let a practitioner who is stronger than Qingfeng Li use his physical attack to hit Li Qingfeng's body, temper the prison-suppressing body in his body, and let the prison-suppressing body inspire hell runes, so as to exercise His physical body makes his physical body stronger.

Li Qingfeng's current physical body already has a strength equivalent to 50 million catties, but it is far from enough. He needs to become stronger.

After the nine-headed holy lion's body became 10,000 feet in size, Qingfeng Li had become an ant in his eyes, who could be crushed at will.

The nine-headed holy lion said with a murderous look: Qingfeng Li, I don't care what kind of exercises you practice, if you can catch one punch from me, can you still catch eighteen punches from me? Today I will use eighteen punches. The fist smashes you into a patty.

The nine-headed holy lion yelled, and his body was covered in holy-level order runes. He swung eighteen fists at Li Qingfeng's body from all directions, and he wanted to smash Li Qingfeng into meatloaf from eighteen directions.

Li Qingfeng operated the mortal prison body in his body, exuding black energy all over his body, and there were black tadpole runes lingering around his body surface, which was the order of hell.

At the same time, the Gengjin aura in Li Qingfeng's body was also exuded. The golden aura and the black aura intertwined, containing even more majestic energy.

Suppressing Prison Fist!

Qingfeng Li let out a loud shout, and kept waving his fists, colliding with the eighteen fists in the sky.

But those eighteen fists were too many, and the attack angles were extremely tricky, coming from all directions. Qingfeng Li could block the fists in front, but he couldn't block the fists behind.

bang bang bang bang...

Several fists of the Nine-Headed Saint Lion hit Li Qingfeng's back immediately, causing his clothes to be torn, his muscles and bones broken, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

Before Li Qingfeng could react, another fist hit him from the left side, hitting his ribs and knocking his body upside down.

Seeing Qingfeng Li injured, the Saints of Blood Sea, Saintess Muqing, Lan Yun and others in the distance all had a hint of worry in their eyes. They had a crush on Qingfeng Li, so naturally they didn't want anything to happen to Qingfeng Li.

The black puppy looked calm, not worried at all, because it had confidence in Qingfeng Li's strength.

Although Li Qingfeng vomited blood and was injured physically, instead of being nervous, Li Qingfeng became a little excited.

When Li Qingfeng was injured, a broken bone was a piercing pain for him, but the next moment, the mortal prison body in his body emitted a black energy breath to repair his broken bone.

At the same time, his broken bones were being polished to become darker and stronger.

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