"Such a powerful force, what kind of magic weapon is this altar that can resist all my thunder and lightning beads?" Li Qingfeng frowned slightly, and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes.

Li Qingfeng's thunderbolt bead released a thousand thunderbolts just now, even a low-grade demon saint can be easily killed, but it was blocked by the black light on this black altar, although the black light was also shattered in the end, but after all, the thunder and lightning did not split on the body of the three-eyed ghost saint.

The three eyes of the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint were still closed, not open.

Because he was now at the critical moment of cultivation, he wanted to absorb all the remnant souls of the ancient saints above the chains, and he had no time to deal with Li Qingfeng at all.

Li Qingfeng once again controlled the thunder and lightning beads, releasing a thousand thunderbolts and lightning at the same time, rushing towards the three-eyed ghost saint in the middle of the altar from all directions.

This time, without the altar's defensive light shield, the speed of these thunderbolts was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were above the three-eyed ghost saint.

The Three-Eyed Ghost Saint didn't move, he just stretched out his fingers slightly, and with a light touch in front of him, he saw a huge black tree rising from under the altar.

This black tree is dozens of meters high, and it is all made of black spiritual power, branches, branches, leaves, and trunks, all of which are black, and the runes on it are flickering.

In particular, the leaves are like eyes, emitting a cold glow.

The thousand thunderbolts released by Li Qingfeng's thunderbolt bead all hit this black tree, and they were directly absorbed by the leaves and branches of the black tree, and they didn't hit the top of the three-eyed ghost saint at all.

Li Qingfeng's face changed, and he said: What kind of ghost is the black tree, how can it be so powerful?

The treasure hunting rat shouted loudly below: Master, you have to be careful, that black tree is called the Heavenly Ghost Tree, it is a powerful high-grade magic weapon, which can absorb the power of thunder and lightning, and it has died out in the ancient universe era, but I didn't expect it to appear today.

From the mouth of the treasure hunting mouse, Li Qingfeng finally knew what this black tree was, and at the same time, his heart was also shocked, because he cultivated a mortal prison body, and he had suppressed hell, so he naturally knew the power of the Heavenly Ghost Tree.

In the ancient universe, the Heavenly Ghost Tree was a kind of ghost tree that grew in hell, it could absorb a large number of human remnants and dead spirits, and then use it as its own nourishment to strengthen itself, and at the same time, it would also form an eye-like ghost eye on its leaves, containing terrifying power.

Li Qingfeng felt that the three-eyed ghost saint in front of him was not simple, I was afraid that he was the most powerful of the several demons he dealt with, and his origin was unpredictable.

In the past, facing the nine-headed demon saint and the headless demon corpse, Li Qingfeng didn't feel this way, because the three-eyed ghost saint didn't open his eyes from beginning to end, and he didn't take Li Qingfeng seriously at all.

Li Qingfeng was unwilling, and once again operated the thunder and lightning trick in his body, allowing the thunder bead to release thunder and lightning and hit the Heavenly Ghost Tree in front of him, but unfortunately it was still absorbed by the Heavenly Ghost Tree.

"The Heavenly Ghost Tree is so powerful, even the Thunderbolt Bead can't help you?"

Li Qingfeng punched out, and with the power of the Hell Suppression Fist, he directly smashed the void, forming a True Yuan fist, which smashed hard above the Heavenly Ghost Tree.

It's a pity that Li Qingfeng's true yuan was all in the Heavenly Ghost Tree, and then it was also absorbed by those leaves and trunks, so it couldn't cause any damage to it at all.

Then Li Qingfeng used the Yin-Yang Holy Sword and the Yin-Yang Heavenly Halberd, but neither of these attacks could cause damage to the Heavenly Ghost Tree, and the Heavenly Ghost Tree was like an invincible thing, blocking Li Qingfeng's front, so that he could not kill the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

Li Qingfeng really had no choice, so he had to turn back to the treasure hunting mouse and say: You are the darling of heaven and earth, you know all the treasures in the world, this heavenly ghost tree comes from hell, how can you break it?

The treasure hunting rat pondered for a moment, and after a moment of high-speed operation in his mind, he spoke: Master, this is a treasure in hell, and there is only one possibility to defeat it, which is to use the Hell Suppression Fist, which is to suppress the existence of hell, and only then can it be destroyed.

Li Qingfeng shook his head and said: "Treasure Hunt Mouse, I have already used the seventh fist of the Hell Suppression Fist just now, but unfortunately I can't break the Heavenly Ghost Tree.

The treasure hunting rat said: Master, there are a total of nine punches in the Mortal Prison Suppression Fist, and the seventh punch you used just now will definitely not work, at least the eighth punch will be able to smash the Heavenly Ghost Tree.

Li Qingfeng nodded, feeling that what the treasure hunter rat said made sense, he had only cultivated the Prison Suppression Fist to the seventh fist before, and now that his strength had broken through to the lower grade saint, it was time to cultivate the eighth fist.

Li Qingfeng didn't attack the Heavenly Ghost Tree in front of him again, because he knew that no matter how powerful the attack was, it would not work for the Heavenly Ghost Tree.

Taking advantage of this time, Li Qingfeng hurriedly took this eighth fist plenum, as long as he learned the eighth punch, he could easily destroy the Heavenly Ghost Tree in front of him.

Li Qingfeng's spiritual power began to carefully recall the eighth fist of the Prison Suppression Fist, the name of the eighth fist is the Vortex Spiritual Fist, which is the spiritual power that can destroy people and monsters.

The eighth punch is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is different from the previous seven punches, the previous boxing methods are all to suppress the opponent with physical attacks and destroy the opponent's body, but from the eighth punch onwards, it is to suppress the spiritual power.

Li Qingfeng used the spiritual power in his mind to form a spiritual storm, which was a whirlpool at first, and then followed the depths of his mind and directly converged above his fist, making his fist emit a jet-black light.

However, as soon as these jet-black lights condensed, they automatically collapsed, after all, most of the spirit was emitted with the mind and mouth, and there were very few people who really used their fists to hit the spiritual power.

Although he failed to cultivate for the first time, Li Qingfeng did not give up, and continued to begin to condense the spiritual power in his mind above his fist, this time he carefully condensed, more attentive than the last time.

Seeing that he was about to succeed in condensing, he failed again, and it was too difficult for the vortex spiritual power to be sent out with his fists, even with Li Qingfeng's comprehension, he failed twice.

In this process, the three-eyed ghost saint in the front altar had already refined ten ancient saint remnant souls, and there were still three left.

Three, the number is already very small!

As long as the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint refines the remaining three Saint remnant souls, he will break through to the top-grade Saint, and at that time, even if Li Qingfeng is strong, it will be difficult to kill the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

Li Qingfeng had to learn the eighth fist of the Suppression Fist before the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint refined the remaining three Saint remnant souls.

Li Qingfeng concentrated on condensing his breath, isolating himself from all the sounds of the outside world, and then concentrated on comprehending the spiritual power in his mind, converging them on top of his fist with the exercises of the Hell Suppression Fist.