The treasure hunter rat shook his head and said: Master, that's because you didn't get the approval of this altar, so you didn't see its strength, and even the previous three-eyed ghost saint didn't get the approval of the altar, otherwise, if he mastered the power of the altar, he could easily kill you.

Li Qingfeng was shocked in his heart, he was shocked by the words of the treasure hunting mouse, if this altar was really a treasure, it must be unusual.

Because even the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint, a medium-grade Ghost Saint, could not control the black altar, it is conceivable how powerful the black altar is.

Li Qingfeng exuded his spiritual power and entered the black altar, wanting to see if he could control this black altar.

It's a pity that when Li Qingfeng's spiritual power just came into contact with the black altar, the surface of the black altar was emitting black runes.

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

Li Qingfeng didn't believe in evil, and continued to increase his spiritual power, rushing towards the altar overwhelmingly, but the next moment, there was an even more powerful reaction on the altar, flashing black runes one after another.

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

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

"How is it possible, what the hell is going on, how can the power of the black runes emanating from above the black altar be more powerful 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 that the strength of the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint was obviously not as powerful as the black altar in front of him, and Li Qingfeng had no doubt that the black altar in front of him was definitely all high-grade holy weapons.

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

Li Qingfeng turned his head to the treasure hunting mouse and asked: What kind of treasure is this black altar, I have tried it several times, no matter which method is used, it cannot be subdued, what should I do?"

The treasure hunting mouse opened his mouth and said: Master, this black altar is called the Ghost Saint Altar, which has a great reputation in the ancient universe era, and is a high-grade holy weapon in hell, extremely powerful, and it is said that only the Prison Suppressor Immortal can control it.

Li Qingfeng frowned, and a hint of secret joy appeared in his heart, from the words of the treasure hunting mouse, he knew the power of this ghost saint altar, and at the same time, he also understood that only the Prison Suppression Immortal could be subdued.

Then the mortal Prison Suppression Body and Prison Suppression Fist that are cultivating by themselves are Prison Suppression Immortals, can they have a resonance with the black altar in front of them?

Thinking of this possibility, Li Qingfeng's body was full of energy, and he secretly muttered in his heart, I will use the exercises of this Prison Suppressor Immortal to communicate with the black altar in front of me now, maybe I will be able to persuade it when the time comes, and let it follow me willingly.

Li Qingfeng operated the mortal prison body, so that the entire body was emitting black runes, and the black tadpole runes came from hell, and they kept spinning above his body.

The runes swirled from his head to his neck, then to his heart, and finally to the soles of his feet, wrapping around his body, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in black runes.

Li Qingfeng's body squatted down and stuck to the top of the altar, allowing the tadpole-shaped runes on his body to be close to the altar.

There were black runes flashing above the Ghost Saint Altar, those runes were also from hell, although they were a little different from Li Qingfeng's runes, but they all had a common origin.

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

Li Qingfeng gradually felt that the blood vein power in his body actually resonated with the black altar below, and he felt that a huge black ghost word was flying out of the middle of the altar.

Sou!

I saw a huge ghost word flying out from the inside of the black rune, and just after flying out, it rushed directly towards Li Qingfeng, and entered the depths of Li Qingfeng's mind, and a ghost word suddenly appeared in the depths of Li Qingfeng's mind.

This ghost word is condensed with spiritual power, and it contains terrifying power, of course, it is spiritual power.

A touch of excitement appeared in Li Qingfeng's heart, because he found that when this ghost word appeared in the depths of his mind, he could easily control the ghost saint altar below.

"Smaller. Li Qingfeng said.

I saw that the size of the Ghost Saint Altar in front of me was rapidly decreasing, from the size of a few hundred zhang to the size of dozens of zhang, the size of a few zhang, and finally the size of a fist.

Li Qingfeng stretched out his hand and grabbed the altar in his hand, but the next moment, Li Qingfeng's body stumbled and almost fell, because he could obviously feel that the Ghost Saint Altar in his hand was extremely heavy, at least eighty million catties.

The power of 80 million catties is equivalent to the attack power of a high-grade saint.

Li Qingfeng is only 50 million jin with a punch now, and this is also because of his cultivation of the Prison Suppression Body and Gengjin Qi, and the average low-grade saint only has 30 million jin in one punch.

Li Qingfeng had no doubt that if he threw out the Ghost Saint Altar in his hand and used it as a magic weapon, if the other party was a low-grade saint or a middle-grade saint, he would be smashed into a meatloaf by the Ghost Saint Altar in his hand at once, which was a powerful magic weapon, which was very suitable for Li Qingfeng.

"Get bigger. Li Qingfeng said again.

Immediately after, in the shocked eyes of everyone, the Ghost Saint 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 small mountain, and finally to the size of five hundred zhang.

The treasure hunting mouse said next to him: Master, this ghost holy altar can be made bigger and smaller at will, it is very powerful, especially its weight, it can press the saint into a meat patty, congratulations to the master for getting the ghost holy altar.

The treasure hunting mouse came to Li Qingfeng with a flattering face, stretched out his paws, and pulled Li Qingfeng's trouser legs, not to mention how excited he looked.

Li Qingfeng stretched out his hand, patted the head of the treasure hunting mouse, and said: This time the credit is yours, and I will credit you.

The treasure hunt rat shook his head and looked at Li Qingfeng with a happy face, and at the same time the treasure hunt rat turned his head to look at the black puppy next to him, but when he looked at the head of the black puppy, he raised it arrogantly, and his eyes were full of arrogance and disdain.

The current treasure hunt rat also has some disregard for the black puppy, although the other party is stronger than his own strength, but the treasure hunt rat knows that as long as he follows Li Qingfeng closely, there will be no problem.

(End of chapter)