In the mountains behind the mine, the night wind is like a knife.
A dozen ghosts surrounded Qin Feng with a grinning laugh.
These are all monks in the ghost world, far more powerful than ordinary ghosts.
Even if a person breaks in alone, it can stir the wind and the rain.
What's more, more than a dozen ghost world monks came at once, and it was hard to imagine.
"It's over... we're over..."
The other miners looked pale.
"Weak and ant-like ghosts are not enough for Lao Tzu to stuff his teeth."
A ghost cultivator sneered, his eyes gloomily swept at the miners.
"Run away!"
The older miner reacted, turned around and fled.
"Want to escape from under my nose? Hahaha, how naive is this?"
The ghost monk was immediately amused.
His five fingers were slender, like five poisonous snakes, and he stabbed at the fleeing miner.
In the blink of an eye, the miner was pierced by his fingertips.
"what… "
A screaming scream resounded across the back mountain of the mine.
Immediately, the miner turned into a blue smoke, and the weak soul condensed into a trace of soul power, which was swallowed by the cultivators of the ghost world.
Seeing this scene, the rest of the miners knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Don't kill me... Don't kill me..."
"You don't even have the qualifications to be a necroman for things like rubbish."
The ghost world monk grabbed his five fingers and directly refined the remaining ghosts and sucked them into his body.
More than a dozen miners were wiped out instantly.
Qin Feng didn't save him, not because he didn't have a chance, but because he didn't want to work hard for these guys.
He had reminded the miners long ago to hide or run away, but the other party just wouldn't listen.
The opportunity has already been given, and since they don't cherish it, who is it to blame
Besides, these miners weren't any great benefactors, or had any great grievances, if Qin Feng didn't take action, he would feel uneasy in his heart.
In the underworld world, there is not so much warmth.
"Are you not going to run away?"
The ghost cultivators looked at Qin Feng in surprise.
"Run away? Me?"
Qin Feng sneered slightly.
"Oh? See what you mean, should we run away?"
"Hahaha... It's almost a life-and-death thing."
The cultivators of the ghost world laughed.
"This kid is a little docile, different from those weak ghosts, don't take it lightly."
The headed man said solemnly.
"Hmph, even with some strength, meeting us is a dead end."
"Don't grab everyone, this kid's life is mine, hehe..."
A self-confident ghost cultivator stepped forward and wanted to kill Qin Feng on his own.
The others stood still and formed an encirclement. On the one hand, they blocked Qin Feng's retreat, and on the other hand, they also took the opportunity to observe his strength.
"Boy, in my eyes, you are no different from those weak ghosts, you are nothing but cannon fodder."
The ghost cultivator sneered, five fingers, and a bloody scimitar in his hand.
This is a magic weapon of the ghost clan, although it is not comparable to the nine-tuned yellow spring map, it is also equivalent to a quasi-dao weapon.
"Die to me!"
Huh!
Knife Gang swept across, bloody.
The magic weapon of the ghost clan hits the soul directly, and once it is hacked, the soul body may be destroyed.
After entering the underworld, Qin Feng no longer has an immortal body, and his defense power will drop a lot.
Of course, facing the kid in front of him, he didn't worry at all.
boom-
The bloody sword light slashed to Qin Feng fiercely.
A cloud of blood exploded, illuminating the back mountain of the entire mine.
"Hey, this kid is dead."
The ghost monk was extremely excited.
He didn't realize that Qin Feng didn't intend to evade at all, but instead resisted the attack abruptly.
When the blood light dissipated, everyone was stunned.
Qin Feng stood there, motionless, as if nothing happened.
"impossible!"
The ghost world monk held the scimitar tightly, and his eyes were about to fall off.
Didn't he kill his opponent with this knife
"No, this guy's soul body is much stronger than I thought. If you go together, you can't give him a chance."
The cultivators of the ghost world around, offering magic weapons one after another, rushed towards Qin Feng.
"I have given you a chance to escape, but you just refuse to escape. That's no fault of me."
Qin Feng shook his head.
Immediately, a blazing fire light rose from his body, and the whole person was like a flame giant, deterring all directions.
As soon as the ghost world monks approached, they were burned by the terrifying temperature.
This group of flames was not a special Taoist technique, it was pure Qin Feng's soul fire.
He was originally a dragon soul, and he was born with dragon flame in his soul, and he could cultivate into the emperor fire.
Even if the physical body is shattered and there is only a soul body left, this emperor fire is still immortal.
With the strength of his soul and God's fire, it is difficult for ordinary ghosts to get close to him.
"What is this? How could there be such a terrifying soul fire?"
The monks in the ghost world were all frightened.
This terrifying flame is enough to refine their souls.
However, instead of running away, they had a bigger idea.
They are desperadoes, life and death have long been ignored.
Otherwise, they will not risk breaking into the bone mine.
"If we can get this group of soul fire, our strength will be increased tenfold, and when we return to the ghost world, no one can hurt us."
"Yes, fight with them!"
Greed completely defeated the desire to survive, causing this group of desperadoes to rush towards Qin Feng frantically.
"These guys... must moths fight the fire?"
Qin Feng frowned.
He remembered that Ye Wuchang had warned that after entering the underworld, he should not kill indiscriminately.
Killing in the underworld is easy to accumulate evil.
When the evil reaches a certain limit, it will be classified as an evil spirit and be hunted down by the ghosts of the underworld.
In other words.
If Qin Feng annihilated this group of ghost realm cultivators, he would most likely become evil spirits.
However, if he doesn't make a move, these guys will never die.
"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you."
After hesitating for an instant, Qin Feng finally decided to annihilate his opponent.
When he entered the underworld, he originally came to experience and fight, instead of following the rules and regulations and living comfortably.
Bear…
The emperor's fire was surging and turned into a wave of fire, whizzing towards the surroundings.
The group of ghost cultivators, hungry wolves rushed forward, just shrouded in the emperor fire.
"what… "
The screams were endless, resounding across the wild.
In less than four or five breaths, more than a dozen ghost world monks, all turned into blue smoke.
Even the bloody scimitar in their hands was refined.
"Huh? It feels strange."
Qin Feng quickly discovered that after he beheaded the enemy, his spirit power had faintly improved by a few points.
Although this change is small, it is indeed an improvement.
"Can killing ghosts also improve cultivation?"
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