Shout!

Although the nine-headed holy lion died physically, a soul demon baby flew out of the depths of his mind, which was his soul and wanted to escape.

Li Qingfeng opened his mouth and said: If you want to run, let's come back.

Li Qingfeng stretched out his right hand, the saint-level law was swirling, and the aura of the Great Dao was permeated, and he grabbed it forward, which was to grasp this soul demon baby in his hand.

The soul demon baby of the nine-headed holy lion was held in Li Qingfeng's hand, and he kept struggling, he wanted to escape from Li Qingfeng's palm.

The nine-headed holy lion knew very well that his body and nine heads had been completely destroyed by Li Qingfeng, and only his soul remained.

As long as his soul can escape, then he can find a new demon beast body, settle in it, and re-cultivate.

If his soul dies here, it will really be gone.

It's a pity that no matter how much the soul demon baby of the nine-headed holy lion struggles, it can't break free from Li Qingfeng's palm.

Li Qingfeng's palm is like an iron tong, and like an ancient furnace, holding him tightly, no matter what kind of strength he uses, he can't escape, just like Sun Wukong is held in the hands of the Buddha, and can only become a turtle in the urn.

Li Qingfeng looked down at the nine-headed holy lion demon baby below, and said: You don't have to struggle, you can't escape from my palm at all.

The Soul Demon Infant of the Nine-Headed Sacred Lion stopped struggling, he knew that no matter what he did, it would be useless, and a plea for mercy appeared in his eyes.

The nine-headed holy lion soul demon infant opened his mouth and said: Please let me go, don't destroy my soul, otherwise I will be scattered.

Li Qingfeng smiled coldly and said: When you go to catch the Blood Sea Sage and slap her in the face, it will doom you, if you don't catch the Blood Sea Sage, maybe I will spare your life, and it will be too late to say anything now.

The reason why Li Qingfeng didn't kill the soul demon infant of the nine holy lions in the first place was because he wanted to leave this powerful top-grade demon saint soul to the flame dragon soul.

Last time, the Flame Dragon Soul helped Li Qingfeng a lot, but because of the loss of his own spiritual power, he fell into a deep sleep.

Li Qingfeng once said that he would provide it with three high-grade elixirs, although the soul demon baby of the nine-headed holy lion was not a top-grade elixir, but it contained majestic spiritual power, which was not weaker than the top-grade elixir at all, so Li Qingfeng wanted to leave him to the flame dragon soul to absorb.

Li Qingfeng communicated the flame dragon soul in the depths of his mind, but after shouting for a long time, there was still no response.

Li Qingfeng sighed, he knew that the last time the Flame Dragon Soul had paid a great price to help him, and he had been recuperating for such a long time, and he was still asleep.

But Li Qingfeng still decided to send the soul demon baby of the nine-headed holy lion to the flame dragon soul, Li Qingfeng directly opened his mouth and swallowed the soul demon baby of the nine-headed holy lion into his mouth.

Li Qingfeng directly transmitted this spiritual energy to the depths of his mind and sent it to the Flame Dragon Soul.

Although the Flame Dragon Soul was in a coma, its instinct was still there, it opened its mouth slightly, and directly shot out a golden light, and in the terrible cry of the nine-headed holy lion, it was to swallow his soul demon baby into his belly and refine it.

The Flame Dragon Soul's body trembled slightly, and although it didn't wake up, the aura on its body had obviously become a little stronger.

A flash of joy appeared in Li Qingfeng's eyes, he knew that finding two more top-grade spiritual elixirs for the Flame Dragon Soul would be able to revive the other party, which made him full of energy.

When Li Qingfeng's spiritual power flew out of his mind, his brows frowned slightly.

Li Qingfeng found that all the cultivators around him were looking at him, some were surprised, some were indifferent, some were excited, some were worshipping, there was also hatred, and there was a faint trace of killing intent.

There are tens of thousands of cultivators gathered around this Thunder Lake, some of them appreciate Li Qingfeng and release kindness, such as the Linglong Holy Maiden, and some are more disgusted with him and release killing intent, such as the Haotian Holy Son.

Whether it is someone who likes him or someone who hates himself, Li Qingfeng doesn't care.

For Li Qingfeng, the current nine-headed holy lion has died, and the first thing he needs to do now is to rescue the Blood Sea Saint.

As soon as Li Qingfeng's body moved, he instantly came to the front of the Blood Sea Saint.

Li Qingfeng's two index fingers of his right hand stretched out to the front, that is, he grabbed the spiritual rope, and pinched it slightly, that is, he broke the spiritual rope.

A magic weapon of this level of spirit rope has no effect at all in front of Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng's fingers touched the Blood Sea Sage's body slightly, and opened the acupoints on her body so that her body could move.

The Blood Sea Sage's eyes were full of excitement, and he said, "Thank you for saving me, it's good that you're fine."

Li Qingfeng smiled slightly, and said: Don't worry, how can I have anything, a mere nine-headed holy lion is not my opponent.

Suddenly, Li Qingfeng's brows frowned slightly, and he saw a thousand cultivators behind the Blood Sea Saint, all of whom were accomplices of the Nine Sacred Lions.

Just now, they had all taken refuge in the Nine Sacred Lion and became the subordinates of the Nine Holy Lion, and they were all looking at Li Qingfeng with a frightened face at this moment.

They never thought that their master would be killed by Li Qingfeng, and the hearts of these cultivators were full of regret.

They already knew that the nine-headed holy lion was so useless, so they didn't take refuge in him just now, and now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and they don't know how to face Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng looked at these cultivators in front of him and said, "Since you are all subordinates of the Nine Holy Lions, then I will give you a ride."

Li Qingfeng's right palm swung vigorously towards the front, turning into a huge palm of 300,000 zhang in size, covering the sky and the sun, and slapping it hard downward.

The cultivators below are all powerful, and the least of them are also half-saint-level powerhouses, as well as low-grade saints, and even a few middle-grade saints.

They exuded powerful saint-level energy, and they wanted to resist, but they didn't have any effect at all, and with a loud bang, these more than a thousand cultivators were all slapped into a blood mist by Li Qingfeng's huge palm, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Li Qingfeng can even kill the high-grade demon saints, not to mention these middle-grade saints and low-grade saints, who don't have the slightest resistance at all.

The other cultivators around looked at Li Qingfeng with a hint of horror in their eyes, they felt that Li Qingfeng was really too cruel, he not only killed the nine holy lions, but also killed the nine holy lions' subordinates, as long as they fought against him, none of them would end well.

Li Qingfeng wanted this kind of result, he knew that he was an outsider when he came to the Meteor Immortal Trial Ground, most of the people regarded him as an enemy, and many people had bad intentions towards him, and even wanted to kill him.

Li Qingfeng is to take the nine-headed holy lion and his subordinates to establish authority, so that whoever dares to despise himself and go against him, these dead people will end.

(End of chapter)