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"Roar!" Let's not talk about the ghost, just the weird mystery released by this ghost forced Ling Feng to be a little scrambling, countless ghost skeletons, although they can't be completely ignored, but they can weaken the physical defense to a great extent, and directly attack the divine soul, which is why Ling Feng was scratched by the ghost, because the defense of the chaotic battle armor and even the magic weapon cuirass has been reduced to a minimum, these ghosts are okay, they just attack the divine soul, and Ling Feng's soul, its strength is far beyond that of ordinary monks, but the ghost claws of that ghost are even more strange and powerful, ignoring the physical defense can also hurt the physical body, although this ghost makes a move, It is not as powerful as the monks of the Empty Netherworld, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea with every move, but it is precisely because of introvertedness that it is even more terrifying, Fang Cai's claw is grasped on Ling Feng's body, if it is caught on other monks, I don't know what the consequences will be.

"Roar...... Roar!" On this side, Ling Feng's own troubles have not been resolved, on the other side, the ghost whose broken head has been repaired is once again showing its ghost claws, its distorted face is hideous and terrifying, and the lower half of its body turns into a purple miasma, which seems to be rushing towards Ling Feng, a thick rancid smell comes to the nose, a pair of ghost claws are wrapped in a purple blackened mist, and grabs towards Ling Feng's Heavenly Spirit Cover, Ling Feng does not dare to let her claw catch him, how powerful this ghost claw is, he has personally understood it just now, even if the Chaos Battle Armor is still repaired, but the wound is still burning and painful, under the double persecution of the ghost skeleton and the ghost ghost claw, Ling Feng has no choice but to be helpless, once again cast the occult method, virtual and real transformation!

"Whoosh!" Ling Feng's body suddenly disappeared from the encirclement of ghosts, and the claws of this ghost naturally flew into the air, the ghost claws accidentally swept past some ghost skeletons, and suddenly a terrible ghost howl sounded, those ghost skeletons touched by the ghost claws turned into green smoke and disappeared like this, and the mountain rock of the white flower flower was also corroded into a dark purple, stretching for dozens of meters, it is conceivable that if Ling Feng did not escape just now, what would have been the consequences.

"Whew!" Ling Feng's body appeared behind the ghost, a punch full of power, towards the ghost's head, and the ghost, as if it did not have a long memory, was hit by Ling Feng again, and the plasma burst, and this time Ling Feng did not stop, the fist fell like raindrops, and the ghost's body was beaten into a piece of bloody mud, gritting his teeth and bearing the bite of the ghost skeleton did not let go, the ghost's body turned into a puddle of mud, nothing more than a mud composed of blood, but suddenly, from this puddle of blood and mud, stretched out a ghost hand, directly grabbed Ling Feng's heavenly spirit cover, Ling Feng dodged and flew back, at the same time, the face under the mask evoked a slightly hideous smile。

"Boom, boom, boom!" Three golden spiritual lights in succession, like golden thunder, slammed the bloody mud, and even the ghost claws were blasted into flesh and blood again, it was the ethereal mirror that Ling Feng had already taken out, the reason why he had not used it before was for this moment, for the moment when the ghost was the weakest, the reason why Ling Feng had a little difficulty dealing with those ghost skeletons was because in the dark, Ling Feng constantly mobilized his true power, combined with the power of the spiritual mirror, for this moment, to be able to deliver a fatal blow.

This ghost's attack is weird, difficult to defend, and powerful, comparable to that Wang Hai, that is, Ye Qingciao's level, but compared to human monks, her biggest weakness is that her spiritual intelligence is too low, although compared to other ghosts, she is already smart, she has broken away from the survival form of resentful spirits, and began to give birth to her own spiritual intelligence, but after all, it is not perfect enough, compared to humans, it is much more checked, and attacking the mystic method is purely by instinct, this is her biggest weakness, but, because of the almost immortal body, otherwise, this ghost would have been destroyed by Ling Feng a long time ago, but no matter what, she can't regenerate it infinitely, There can be no so-called immortal body in the world, if it is immortal, why do you need to cultivate immortals, and how can you be trapped by the changes of the years, even if it is a monk of the Yuan Shen Realm, the body is destroyed, if the Yuan Shen does not have time to escape, it is the same body and soul are destroyed, even if the Yuan Shen escapes, if it is not able to find a new body, it will disappear completely in this world sooner or later, therefore, this ghost is by no means an immortal body, the ghost is the soul, there is no physical body, the reason why Ling Feng can't destroy it is because his attack is not strong enough, but the so-called lack of quality, use the amount to make up for it, and after repeated blows, this ghost can be resurrected several times？

The blow of the spiritual light mirror that has been gaining momentum for a long time made the entire mountain tremble, the mountain rock was broken, the entire mountain was shaking, the dust in the sky was scattered, and the diffuse real power fluctuations shook those ghost skeletons away, Yan Ling, who was hiding behind the rock, was emitted by a shawl at the moment, and a powerful wind blew through the rock, Yan Ling looked at the spiritual mirror with some dumbfounded, that magic weapon, there is no doubt that it is the magic weapon of the Empty Underworld Realm, compared to the thin sword in his hand, it is not much stronger.

"Huh...... Heh......" Ling Feng gasped, the helmet disappeared, Ling Feng quickly swallowed a pill into his mouth to relieve the discomfort of the wound, coupled with this ** battle, Ling Feng's true power was also consumed extremely quickly, and his physical strength was even more wasted, next, it depends on whether the ghost is dead or alive.

The smoke and dust began to dissipate, and the aura mirror erupted with a power that was enough to shake the entire mountain, and at this moment, the light was also faintly dimmed, and flew back to Ling Feng's side, only to see that in the smoke and dust, slowly, a figure rose!