The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became, although all this was just Ling Feng's speculation, and these speculations only happened in a few breaths, but Ling Feng's attitude towards this ghost had changed completely, this ghost, no matter what, had to be eliminated from the world, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The chaotic light surged, and the chaotic battle armor once again made up for it, but the injuries under the battle armor had not yet healed, because of the attack of the ghost just now, carrying its unique miasma, if an ordinary monk was injured, even if it was an empty underworld monk, even if he did not die, he would be very painful because of being corroded by the miasma, and Ling Feng had the power of chaos to resist secretly, but the wound could not heal for a long time, but at least, it would not affect Ling Feng's combat power.

"We have to give it our all. Ling Feng secretly said in his heart, maybe this time, he was going to show his full strength for the first time in the Netherworld Canyon.

"Shhh...... However, just as Ling Feng was about to go all out, as soon as he raised his head, he saw the purple mist of the whole sky, rushing towards him, from the mist miasma, stretched out a dry ghost claw, with a rich sense of foreboding on the claw, Ling Feng didn't want to take this claw hard, but the ghost claw had already come to Ling Feng's eyes, and Ling Feng couldn't escape from it, so he had to roll over and roll to the ground, retreating backwards, and dodging this claw in embarrassment.

The ghost claw grabbed on the seeping white rock, and a puff of smoke rose, and the rock was corroded in patches, and the seemingly powerless claw corroded the ground into a hole one meter long, making Ling Feng's glasses under the helmet uncontrollable.

"Roar!" The ghost who was still slow to move just now completely changed its appearance at this time, the purple mist filled the sky, the dress stained red by blood, and the distorted face appeared in front of Ling Feng's eyes again, roaring, dry hands like chicken claws dancing in the air, countless purple skeleton ghosts howled wolf and poured out, and tore towards Ling Feng, this scene is quite like the evil soul technique performed by the wind evil in the Cangyu Mountain Range, but the strength of the wind evil is too far behind the ghost in front of him, it is not a level at all, and the ghost's bite can ignore the defense of the body surface, directly attack the divine soul, and want to devour Ling Feng's soul, this kind of attack, It was much more difficult to defend against than ordinary occult techniques, and coupled with the phantom's approaching step by step, Ling Feng lost the posture of the god of war when facing a hundred ghosts, and was completely caught in a bitter battle.

"It's dangerous to go on like this. Ling Feng secretly said in his heart, not only to defend against the constantly entangled ghost bites, but also to be careful to face the ghost's attack, if it was touched by her ghost claws, it would either be dead or injured.

"It has to be gotten rid of. Ling Feng's eyes moved, and suddenly, his body seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappearing, and in an instant, countless ghost skeletons and the ghost itself were like headless flies, losing their target, blindly floating in the air.

"Boom!" Suddenly a storm sounded, Ling Feng's figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the ghost, the right fist of chaotic light, at this moment was roaring towards her head, it was the first mystic method recorded in the Taiyin Scroll, the transformation of virtual and real, Ling Feng used this trick to escape from the encirclement, and then attacked.

"Touch!" Chaos is like rainbow light, gorgeous like a meteor, this punch, fast and ruthless! Directly smashed the head of the ghost, blood gushed out mixed with brains, and the whole head was broken and separated, this kind of injury, except for the monk of the Yuan Shen Realm who can escape by relying on the Yuan Shen Realm out of the body, under the Yuan Shen Realm, there is no doubt that he will die, but this ghost ...... Obviously, it can't be measured by common sense.

"Whoosh!" The ghost that had lost its head still had the ability to act, with a thick miasma of ghost claws, with a thunderous momentum, tearing Ling Feng's battle armor!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Ling Feng took three steps in a row, and directly stepped out dozens of meters away, covering the wound on his chest with one hand, purple blood dripping from the wound that had been contaminated, and he immediately performed the transformation of virtual and real, but the smell of blood exposed Ling Feng, and countless ghost skeletons roared and rushed towards Ling Feng, and for a moment Ling Feng could only flee in embarrassment.

When he was escaping, Ling Feng also glanced at the ghost by the way, only to see that her head was constantly condensed and fused, but after a few breaths, it was intact again, and Ling Feng's heart sank again.

Such a magical recovery ability, placed in the outside world, only a Yuan Shen Realm monk can do it, of course, this does not mean that this ghost already has the magical power of a Yuan Shen Realm monk, if that is the case, how can Ling Feng still live until now, I am afraid that the first time he fights, Ling Feng will already have his soul returned to the Nine Shadows.

The only thing that can explain this situation is the identity of his ghost, the ghost's body has long been decayed, and all that remains is the soul, and the soul born because of resentment, but the usual ghost is too weak, and it was hit by the monk's mystic method, and the soul flew away, but the one in front of him was obviously different, the strength was too strong, and even gave birth to his own spiritual intelligence, and the degree of condensation of the soul was far beyond that of ordinary ghosts, right now, Ling Feng was actually in a helpless situation, attacking, could not kill him at all, and the attack of that ghost, a bad one can kill himself。

Ling Feng kept running around to resist, the scorching pain from the wound, and the ghost that was ready to attack at any time, Ling Feng could be said to be in a desperate situation.