The black-robed man held a short staff in his hand, and Li Qingfeng estimated that the thing and his peachwood sword were a function, as a medium to communicate death.

Strands of embodied dead air were like short black pythons flying around the black-robed man, and from time to time, a stream of dead qi flew in from the front of the black-robed man.

Although he couldn't see the front, Li Qingfeng could guess the scene where the dead qi penetrated through the seven orifices of the black-robed man's face with his little fingernails.

After the shock, Li Qingfeng was even more curious, and where he was standing, he could still hear the whispered chant of the black-robed man, proving that he was still a living person with saneness, otherwise Li Qingfeng would have to consider whether to make another cameo appearance as a demon subduing celestial master, he was familiar with this job.

Li Qingfeng had the urge to go out and say hello to the black-robed man at this time, and then everyone sat down together to discuss in depth the topic of how to guide the dead qi into the body and ensure that the vitality is not extinguished and the mind is sober.

You must know that in the last record of the cultivation plane, although there are all kinds of ghost cultivators who use death qi to enhance their strength, they are also using various exercises or using cultivation tools to use death qi as a tool to enhance their strength, and their real source of strength is also the true yuan of their own cultivation.

Some people have tried to induce death qi into the body, but without exception, they are all cut off from vitality and die violently!

How can life and death coexist? There is always a clear distinction between life and death, and there is no blurred line.

Li Qingfeng thought about how to greet this black-robed man without causing misunderstanding among others, after all, the black-robed man was hiding so hidden, he just didn't want to be discovered.

If he suddenly stood up, Li Qingfeng estimated that his first reaction should be a fire word trick to greet him!

"Ahem, that."

Li Qingfeng waited for a while, but the black-robed man had no intention of stopping and resting at all, he couldn't let Uncle Li wait all the time, could he still eat lunch?

So Uncle Li could only take the initiative to say hello for his lunch.

When the black-robed man heard the sound, his body stiffened, and the dead qi around him lost its guidance and dissipated into the air in an instant. Almost at the same time, a black mist-like dead qi came straight towards Li Qingfeng's front door.

"Scatter!"

Li Qingfeng raised his right hand lightly, blocking the front with one finger, and releasing a simple elemental isolation barrier was still very simple for him, as long as his face door was not directly hit, the Dao robe on his body could protect him from the invasion of death qi.

What's more, he was ready to defend himself when he spoke up, after all, disturbing other people's cultivation was not a commendable thing.

"Well, I don't mean anything, it's just."

Li Qingfeng was about to make a haha and explain, but when he saw the front of the black-robed man turned around, he was suddenly a little speechless.

A miserable white and withered face appeared in front of Li Qingfeng, and two miserable green ghost fires hung in the hollow eye sockets, floating uncertainly, reflecting the dim light, which was really a little seeping.

The nose of the black-robed man was directly covered with two large holes, and a mouth was pursed together like a toothless old man.

"Who are you?"

A hoarse and chaotic voice came from the black hole that had no teeth at all, and Li Qingfeng got goosebumps when he heard it.

"Well, I'm the owner of this cave."

Until now, Li Qingfeng has no idea of using force, as long as it is an intelligent organism, then there is always an opportunity to communicate, and he can speak well, why do he have to do it? Doesn't it hurt to hit your body?

"Oh, you're the master here? Hahahaha... Then go and die! ”

When the black-robed man heard Li Qingfeng's answer, it was as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, and the hand holding the short staff waved directly, revealing an extremely pale arm, and at the same time, dozens of dense black dead qi streamed out from his black robe, rushing towards Li Qingfeng from the four directions of up, down, left, right, and right.

"Do you have gunpowder in your heads? When you meet, you will only kill! Can't you just sit down and have a cup of tea and a chat? ”

Li Qingfeng had no choice but to make a sacrifice with a formation of words, the Dao robe could block the death qi that filled the air, but he was not sure if he could face such a dense corpse of death qi, whether the Dao robe could still be so powerful, Uncle Li didn't dare to risk his own life to do experiments.

The barrier formed by the previous invincible array word trick made Li Qingfeng disappointed this time, and under the invasion of dead qi, the barrier quickly couldn't hold on, and it became full of holes.

But fortunately, after neutralizing the elemental barrier of the formation word, there was not much dead qi left.

"Well, it's funny, it's the first time I've met someone who has volunteered to talk to a necromancer." When the black-robed man heard Li Qingfeng's words, he slowed down a little movement in his hand to show some hesitation, and then put the short staff into the black robe in Li Qingfeng's surprised eyes, and said, "Then I'm a little curious, what do you want to talk to me about?" ”

Li Qingfeng saw that there was a play, although this person looked a little stumbling, but Uncle Li was not a good person by his appearance.

"Hello, my name is Li Qingfeng."

Li Qingfeng suppressed a little discomfort, but in order to achieve the purpose of friendly communication, Li Qingfeng showed a smile to the black-robed man that seemed to be as friendly and kind as possible.

"Li Qingfeng? Strange name, well, my name is Gru, Gru. Andre. I want to thank you, Li Qingfeng. Gru looked at Li Qingfeng, the two ghost fires in his eyes flickered, and when he spoke, a faint death gas came in and out of his mouth from time to time.

Li Qingfeng looked at Gru's pale and emaciated face with a strange smile.

"Thank you, of course," Gru grinned, "for your naivety and stupidity. ”

As soon as Gru's words fell, the ghost fire in his eyes was full of fire, and the short staff in his robe pointed at Li Qingfeng, and more than a dozen dead qi appeared out of thin air from behind Li Qingfeng, turning into a skull and crashing directly into Li Qingfeng's defenseless back.

Just when the skull was only one centimeter away from Li Qingfeng's back, the entire skull slammed, and a thin layer of light curtain slowly appeared in the process of dissipating the skull.

I said, "Why can't you just talk well? Actually, I don't mean anything to you, so it seems that one of us must lie down before we can talk properly! ”

Li Qingfeng pursed his mouth, then his face was not red, and he threw away the Qingzi formula hidden in the wide sleeved robe without panting, the barrier it formed has a special effect on the dead air, this is still Li Qingfeng's fun work for a while, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

"So it seems."

The black-robed Gru let out an eerie giggle and grinned to show a hint of surprise, thinking that the sneak attack was nine out of ten, but he didn't expect others to be on guard.

"That's what I mean! Disease! ”

How did Uncle Li know what it meant to be polite, he pinched the trick with his right hand, the corners of his mouth curled up an arc, and he scolded in his heart, "You think you are the only one who will attack from behind?" ”

Pages and pages of words filled with words appeared out of thin air from behind the black-robed Gru, like a group of soldiers moving forward at a rapid pace, and in less than two seconds, they surrounded the black-robed Gru from all directions, leaving only a small space in front of his face for Li Qingfeng to see him.

The black-robed Gru was stunned as he looked at the paper recipe that surrounded him at three hundred and sixty degrees, shining with uncertain light, and the faint coercion released by the paper recipe, and couldn't help but show a wry smile.