Li Qingfeng's methods can be described as iron-blooded and cruel, although he suppressed some cultivators, but some powerful cultivators were not afraid of Li Qingfeng, such as Haotian Holy Son.

Haotian Holy Son looked at Li Qingfeng coldly, and said: "This Daoist brother, you can't help but be too ruthless, these cultivators have just taken refuge in the nine-headed holy lion, and they haven't committed any crimes, you killed them all, I think you are a big devil."

Hearing Haotian Holy Son scolding himself as the big devil, Li Qingfeng's brows frowned slightly, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

He had long known that Haotian Holy Son had ill intentions towards him, and even had a trace of killing intent, but he didn't expect Haotian Holy Son to be unable to hold back his position so quickly and jump out.

Li Qingfeng said coldly: What are you, you didn't say anything when the nine holy lions wanted to kill me, and now that I killed the nine holy lions, you are now here pretending to be merciful and pretending to be a big-tailed wolf.

Huhu......hu

The surrounding cultivators gasped, and everyone was stunned by Li Qingfeng's words.

"What I heard, Li Qingfeng actually scolded the Holy Son of Haotian, saying that he was not a thing, but the Holy Son of Haotian was the Holy Son of the Holy Gate of Rock. ”

"Li Qingfeng is finished, he really doesn't know the height of the sky, he thinks that he can fight with the Haotian Holy Son by killing the nine-headed holy lion, it's far away. ”

"Although the Haotian Holy Son is a top-grade saint, he almost broke through to the peak saint. ”

The surrounding cultivators were all talking, and they looked at Li Qingfeng with a hint of mockery in their eyes.

Just now, Li Qingfeng slapped more than a thousand cultivators to death, which made the hearts of some of the rest of the cultivators feel a little palpitating.

Because they found out that Li Qingfeng was different, he was an alien native, and he didn't belong to their Sage Planet.

Haotian Holy Son laughed, a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he said: Very good, no one has ever dared to talk to me like this, Li Qingfeng, you are the first, I think you are looking for death.

The Holy Son of Haotian took a step forward, his whole body was full of rules, runes filled the surroundings, the void was cracked, and a crack appeared in the earth.

This is the power of a high-grade saint, who is angry and the world is cold.

The other people around hurriedly retreated, not daring to approach, for fear of angering the Holy Son of Haotian and being implicated.

Li Qingfeng did not hesitate, he also took a step forward, and his whole body exuded a fierce saint-level rune, which collided with the opponent's saint-level rules, making a loud sound that shook the sky, and a big hole appeared in the air.

The violent energy dispersed to the surroundings and spread to the Thunder Lake, setting off waves tens of thousands of meters high in the water of the Thunder Lake, splashing countless splashes, and all the people were drenched in the soup.

The Linglong Holy Maiden frowned slightly, a cold light appeared in her eyes, and the Linglong Holy Maiden stood up, blocked the footsteps of the Haotian Holy Son, and said: You have gone too far.

Haotian Holy Son didn't look at the Linglong Holy Maiden, but said in the other two directions: Heavenly Sword Holy Son, Crazy Sword Holy Son, don't you want to see Li Qingfeng die, he is the devil, you first block the Linglong Holy Maiden for a while, wait for me to kill Li Qingfeng, and then fight for the treasure of Lei Lake.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Son and the Crazy Sword Saint Son nodded, and their bodies took a step forward, one sword qi soared into the sky, and the other sword aura soared into the sky, and the two directly surrounded the Linglong Holy Maiden, so that the Linglong Holy Maiden did not dare to act rashly.

After all, the Linglong Holy Maiden is facing two top-grade saints, and her strength is not weaker than herself.

Li Qingfeng looked at the Haotian Holy Son in front of him and said, "Are you confident that you can kill me?"

Haotian Holy Son smiled coldly, activated the Saint Yuan in his body, and slapped the palm of his right hand hard against the front, directly slapping out a huge palm with a size of 400,000 zhang, covering the sky and the sun, 100,000 zhang larger than Li Qingfeng's 300,000 zhang.

Li Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and he secretly thought to himself in his heart: "It's so abundant, like the sea, no wonder it is a bit interesting to be able to break through to a top-grade saint."

Li Qingfeng no longer hesitated, and directly operated the Prison Suppression Fist in his body, and suddenly the law of hell emerged, emitting a huge fist with a size of 300,000 zhang, which collided with the opponent's palm, making a loud sound that shook the sky.

Originally, the surrounding space was shattered, and the time fragments inside rushed out, but when they encountered the violent energy of the collision between the two, they disappeared again.

As for the ancient trees in the distance, all the peaks collapsed and turned into ruins, and there was not a single grass growing within a radius of 1,000 miles.

Of course, there is one more thing that exists, and that is Thunder Lake.

Although the water of the Thunder Lake was lifted tens of thousands of meters high, it fell again, and these waters contained mysterious energy, although their attacks were strong, but these waters were still unmoved.

Li Qingfeng and Haotian Holy Son both stood in place and did not move, just now they made a move, and they were exactly the same in terms of physical strength, half a catty and eight taels.

Li Qingfeng was a little dissatisfied with his fist, but he had cultivated to the eighth fist of the Prison Suppression Fist, but he didn't expect to kill the other party.

Haotian Holy Son was even more dissatisfied, his palm just now was extremely powerful, he thought he could slap Li Qingfeng to death, but he didn't expect Li Qingfeng to completely block it, unscathed.

Haotian Saint Son and Li Qingfeng were not satisfied with their attacks, and they both knew that each other's strength was strong, but both wanted to kill each other.

Li Qingfeng and Haotian Holy Son were both Saint Yuan in their bodies, and when they were about to attack again, suddenly a short-haired cultivator next to them let out an exclamation.

I saw that the short-haired cultivator stretched out his finger, pointed to the Thunder Lake in front of him, and said: Look, everyone, there is a change in the Thunder Lake in front?

Boom, boom, boom......

I only heard countless loud noises, and the water in the Thunder Lake was tumbling, and the water in those lakes seemed to have been affected by an earthquake, setting off waves one after another.

If the attack of Li Qingfeng and Haotian Holy Son was just to set off a wave of water, then now there are thousands of waves in the Thunder Lake.

The waves kept rolling, as if some great treasure was about to appear.

Countless thunder beasts are rushing out, dancing above the thunder lake, these thunder beasts are varied, there are many numbers, there are thousands, among them are thunder snakes, thunder frogs, thunder fish and so on.

Li Qingfeng and Haotian Holy Son also stopped fighting and turned their heads to look at Thunder Lake.

Because they are all masters, they have already felt an unusual aura from the inside of the Thunder Lake, and that breath is the breath of the treasures of heaven and earth, which makes their eyes a little hot.

Suddenly, those thunder beasts that flew out from under the Thunder Lake actually opened their mouths and sent out one after another divine power attacks, shooting at the cultivators on the surrounding shore.

Some cultivators were caught off guard, and were hit by those thunder beasts, and they were directly seriously injured, and even died directly, and their souls were scattered.

(End of chapter)