Ghost Immortal

"roar!!!"

The tiger demon roared to the sky, shaking the leaves off the trees.

Hearing the howling sound, the demons on the ground all raised their heads.

The demonic souls within their chests simultaneously glowed with a dark red light.

Dozens of demons rushed towards the three of them from all directions.

Their mouths were wide open, and eerie green flames burned in their eye sockets.

The tiger demon injected its demonic power into the changgui's body through its demonic soul, forcibly enhancing the changgui's cultivation level.

The price is that these demons will completely disintegrate after their demonic power is exhausted, leaving not even their demonic souls behind.

But the tiger demon no longer cared.

It now only wants to kill Li Feng, and is willing to sacrifice all the accomplices it has accumulated over decades for this purpose.

Qiu Sheng struggled to get up from the ground, holding an iron whisk and standing in front of Qiu Lan and Li Feng.

He was still spitting out blood and foam from his mouth.

Two ribs were broken, and inhaling air felt like being stabbed in the chest with a needle.

But he still stood up straight and shook off the remaining dust from his iron whisk.

"I'll hold off the treacherous ghosts; you guys figure out how to deal with the tiger demon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Feng suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him behind him.

Qiu Sheng turned his head and was stunned when he saw the smile on Li Feng's lips.

Li Feng laughed and said, "You step back first. If they want to sing, let them. I have a play here that I guarantee they've never heard before."

He loosened Qiu Sheng's shoulders and formed a mudra with his hands in front of his chest.

This is a rare and obscure technique recorded in the Maoshan Qi Cultivation Manual, the Fire-Igniting Technique.

This technique itself is not complicated; any Qi Refining stage cultivator can perform it.

But it has a fatal problem.

Once the fire-ignition spell is cast, the caster cannot control the size and direction of the flames; they can only let the flames spread outwards from the caster's center.

In other words, this is a method of indiscriminate attack, which injures the enemy by a thousand while damaging oneself by eight hundred.

Almost no one in the Maoshan sect throughout history has ever used this technique.

No one wants to burn themselves to death in the flames.

But Li Feng is different.

His flames are ghostly flames.

The Netherworld Fire burns away life, but his dantian is suppressed by a ten-inch Heavenly Grade Spiritual Root, which contains the origin of the Netherworld Fire.

The ghostly flames that are deadly poison to others are, to him, companions closer than blood.

Li Feng formed the hand seals for the Fire-Inducing Technique, and the spiritual power in his dantian surged wildly into his ten-inch spiritual root.

The Netherworld Flame at the tip of the ten-inch spiritual root was fully awakened.

The flame, which was originally only the size of a grain of rice, expanded rapidly under the influence of spiritual energy.

From a grain of rice to a fist, and from a fist to the size of a human head.

A ghostly green flame burned fiercely at the end of the spiritual root, turning the entire root a dark green.

The eerie green flames surged through his body along his meridians, emerging from his dantian.

It flows along the Ren meridian, through the Qi Guan and Yuan points, through the Du meridian, over the Mingmen and Dazhui points, and along the twelve regular meridians into the limbs and bones, seeping out from the 48,000 pores of the whole body.

Flames condensed on the body's surface, weaving together like cloth.

Starting from the soles of the feet, the fabric is woven upwards, forming a thin, flame-like veil on the body.

The moment the fiery veil appeared, a crackling sound rang out.

The three closest ghouls were engulfed by the eerie green flames before they could even scream.

The flames burned upwards from their feet, and when they reached their knees, their legs turned to bone, quickly reducing them to skeletons.

In less than three breaths, the three vengeful spirits turned to ashes, leaving not even a fingernail or a tooth behind.

The demonic souls within their chests were refined by the will-o'-the-wisps into the most primal demonic energy.

The demonic energy was then consumed by the will-o'-the-wisps, becoming fuel for them.

The tiger demon's expression changed drastically, his face filled with horror.

"Fire-Igniting Technique? Are you insane?! With your cultivation at the early stage of Qi Refining, activating the Fire-Igniting Technique? Aren't you afraid the flames will get out of control and burn you to ashes?"

"Back then, Master Tianxuan of the Maoshan Sect used his Fire-Inducing Technique to burn down a mountain of demons, but he also exhausted his spiritual power and was burned to a cripple! You're courting death!"

Li Feng was speechless and covered in sweat.

He definitely felt like he was being drained dry.

Ghost fire is a form of punishment that only the Underworld Emperor can wield.

Normally, cultivators need to reach at least the Nascent Soul stage to be able to control it freely.

He forcibly activated his ten-inch spiritual root, consuming energy for each instant.

The spiritual power was too much for ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivators to withstand.

The spiritual liquid within the dantian receded from the bottom of the dantian at a visible speed, like stream water being completely evaporated.

With the recovery speed of a ten-inch spiritual root and the amount of spiritual energy stored, it can only sustain itself for a maximum of twenty breaths.

Twenty breaths is enough.

Li Feng spread his arms and pushed forward.

The flame-like veil covering the body spread rapidly.

The flames on the gauze robe spread forward like living things, weaving into a three-zhang-high wall of fire.

The color of the firewalls gradually changes from dark green to deep green, like a giant jade screen.

But this screen was alive; the surface of the fire wall was constantly churning and surging.

Countless distorted ghost faces could be seen emerging from the flames, their mouths opening and closing, emitting silent screams.

These are the remnants of demonic souls that were refined by the ghostly flames of the underworld. Their souls are forever trapped within the flames, becoming part of them.

The wall of fire rolled forward.

The speed is slow.

But it is precisely this slowness that makes the changgui (a type of ghost) even more desperate.

Because it is not fast, but it will not stop, it will not deviate, and it will burn away anything that stands in its way.

The ghosts even tried to escape.

But they were controlled by the tiger demon's spirit, their bodies wouldn't obey their commands, and they could only watch helplessly as the wall of fire drew ever closer.

One of the ghosts broke free from the demon's control at the last moment, turned around and ran a few steps.

But the edge of the fire wall had already burned up to its back.

Flames entered from his back and emerged from his chest.

Its entire chest cavity was instantly burned open with a large, transparent hole.

Through the hole, you could see the wall of fire behind it continuing to advance.

The fire wall pushed horizontally for fifteen zhang.

Within a radius of fifteen zhang, at least thirty changgui were burned to ashes!

Their demonic spirits wailed amidst the will-o'-the-wisps.

The wailing was in the same tone as the opera singing earlier; he was still singing before he died, singing the ghost marriage opera that he hadn't finished singing earlier.

"Send them to the bridal chamber... Oh!!!"

The last of the chang ghosts to be burned to ashes was a female chang ghost dressed in a wedding gown.

When it was engulfed by the wall of fire, it started performing again.

Flames rose from the hem of her skirt and engulfed it.

It bowed to Li Fengfu in the flames, like a bride performing a traditional Chinese wedding ceremony, before turning into wisps of smoke and disappearing.

"It's so cold in the bridal chamber... oh!!"

Fragments of the wedding dress drifted down in the flames, turning to ashes before they even hit the ground.

"You dare kill my henchman!"

The tiger demon's eyes reddened with heartache.

These cougars were accumulated one by one over several decades.

Each one is carefully selected.

It dismantles the demon's soul and implants it into the bodies of these accomplices, which is like putting eggs into dozens of baskets.

Now, most of them have been burned by Li Feng's fire, which is equivalent to dozens of baskets being smashed at once.

The loss was not only of the changgui, but also of its accumulated demonic power reserves over decades.