Ghost Immortal

"You're asking for it!!!"

The tiger demon went completely berserk.

It no longer cared about the threat of the ghostly flames, nor did it calculate the gains and losses.

They no longer even thought about what benefits they could gain from eating Li Feng.

All it wants now is to tear the little Taoist priest who ruined decades of its hard work to pieces.

Chew his bones to pieces, drink his blood dry!

The demonic energy within him erupted instantly.

The entire foundation of its three hundred years of cultivation is every bit of demonic power it has accumulated over the years.

At this moment, it releases everything without regard for the consequences.

Dark golden demonic energy surged forth from its body, enveloping its entire being.

The demonic energy was as thick as liquid, surging and flowing around it, gradually shaping into the form of a fierce tiger.

Demonic Tiger Form: This is a desperate move by the demon race, materializing demonic energy.

With itself as its core and demonic energy as its outer shell, it transforms into a giant beast composed purely of demonic power.

This move is extremely powerful, but it also consumes a great deal of energy; maintaining it for even a single breath will burn through many years of one's cultivation.

The tiger demon's body swelled up as if inflated.

Originally an eight-foot-tall humanoid figure, it was stretched to fifteen feet by the demonic energy.

Dark gold tiger stripes emerged from the skin, one by one.

It looked like it was squeezed out from under the skin, and the tiger stripes looked like they were branded on with a hot iron, with smoke still rising from the edges.

Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared on its forehead, splitting open from the inside out.

The skull split open with a vertical slit in the forehead, then broke apart, and an eye squeezed out from the depths of the crack.

The vertical eyes are a size larger than two normal eyes.

This is where its demon core is located.

The demon core, condensed from three hundred years of cultivation, is usually hidden deep within the skull, enveloped in layers of demonic energy.

Now it forced the demon core out of its skull, transforming it into a third vertical eye.

This means that it no longer considers defense, exposing its most vulnerable yet most powerful demon core in order to gain maximum offensive power.

The tiger demon gripped the spear with both hands, and all the dragon scales on the spear stood up.

The scales emitted a piercing buzzing sound, which converged to form a long dragon roar.

"Aww!"

With a thrust of the spear, a chilling, biting wind was unleashed.

"Die!"

The tiger demon hurled his spear fiercely.

The moment the spear left his hand, a deafening dragon's roar echoed through the mountains and forests.

"roar!!!"

This is a true dragon's roar. The remnant soul of a dragon that has been dormant for thousands of years is forcibly awakened by the tiger demon using all its power.

Emerging from every scale on the gun, they converged in mid-air to form a ten-foot-long phantom dragon.

The dragon's phantom was entirely black, with scales as large as copper coins, and had no horns on its head.

A dragon has no horns; it takes a thousand years for it to grow horns as it transforms into a dragon.

Its body was still shifting between semi-transparent and opaque, clearly just a phantom formed from the remnant soul, not a physical entity.

But when it opened its eyes, everyone present felt a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls; this was the Dragon's Might.

Although it possessed less than one percent of the true dragon's might, it was enough to terrify mortals to the point of losing their souls.

The phantom of the dragon lunged at Li Feng, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

This attack contained the full power of the tiger demon's three hundred years of cultivation.

Where the phantom of the dragon tore through the ground, a trench three feet deep was plowed out.

The soil on both sides of the ravine was stained black by demonic energy and emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

The stones at the bottom of the ravine were crushed into dust by the lingering power of the dragon's phantom. The dust, carried by the demonic aura, flew into the air like a black snowfall.

Li Feng took a deep breath.

Seventy percent of the spiritual liquid in his dantian had been consumed in the burst of energy, and the remaining thirty percent of spiritual power was only enough to support one more all-out attack.

The tiger demon's attack was more powerful than he could withstand.

The illusory image of the dragon, combined with the infusion of all the Taoist cultivation of the tiger demon.

The power of this shot is at least equivalent to a full-force strike from a peak Qi Refining expert!

He was only at the initial stage of Qi Refining.

Taking the hit head-on would be certain death!

But Li Feng could not back down.

Qiu Sheng and Qiu Lan were right behind him. Qiu Sheng had broken a rib, and Qiu Lan had exhausted most of her spiritual power. The two of them could barely stand.

If he backs down, it won't just be him who dies, but all three of them.

What's more, he still has one major trump card up his sleeve.

A ten-inch spiritual root is a heavenly-grade spiritual root.

He kept this secret to himself, preferring to be scratched by the female zombie king in the zombie king's shrine rather than reveal it.

But now, it can't be hidden anymore!

Li Feng poured all of his remaining 30% of spiritual power into the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

At the same time, he made an extremely bold decision.

He actively activated the power of his spiritual root.

Deep within the dantian, at the tip of the ten-inch spiritual root, lies the source of the Netherworld Fire, which, after being nourished by spiritual energy, had already burned to its maximum.

But Li Feng didn't stop; he continued to pour spiritual energy into his spiritual root.

It was poured into the spiritual root until it trembled, until even the patterns on the spiritual root itself glowed.

The amplification power of the ten-inch spiritual root was fully activated.

The quality of spiritual roots ranges from one inch to nine inches.

For every inch the power increases, the amplification of spiritual energy increases by 10%.

A nine-inch spiritual root is the pinnacle of ordinary spiritual roots, and it amplifies spiritual power by 90%.

A ten-inch spiritual root is a legendary heavenly-grade spiritual root, which not only amplifies spiritual power by 100%, but doubles it!

The amplification of the Netherworld Fire should be doubled on top of that.

Simply put, when the ten-inch spiritual root is fully activated, the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire is four times that of its normal state.

How powerful is four times the amount of ghostly fire?

To put it another way, the Netherworld Fire in its normal state is enough to make a tiger demon with three hundred years of cultivation wary.

Four times the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire would make even a great demon with a thousand years of cultivation retreat.

A ghostly green flame gathered in front of Li Feng.

This time, the flames were no longer in the form of a veil or a wall of fire, but instead coalesced into a shield.

The shield was only three feet in diameter, but a full foot thick.

Three feet wide and one foot thick—this is not the proportion of a normal shield.

For the sake of flexibility, a normal shield is no more than three inches thick.

But Li Feng doesn't need agility; he only needs defensive capabilities.

He compressed all the ghostly flames into this shield.

With the amplification power of a ten-inch spiritual root, the ghost fire that could originally cover an area of ​​more than ten feet was compressed into a space of three feet square.

The compressed will-o'-the-wisp was as thick as a liquid.

The flames flowing on the shield surface were no longer in the form of flames, but had become layers upon layers of eerie green light film.

Each layer of the light membrane is covered with densely packed runes.

The runes weren't engraved by Li Feng, but were generated naturally by the Netherworld Ghost Fire under extreme compression.

These are the punishment runes of the underworld; each rune represents a different form of punishment.

Mountains of knives, seas of fire, cauldrons of boiling oil, heart-ripping, tongue-pulling, gutting...

These runes are usually hidden inside the flames of the ghost fire.

The will-o'-the-wisp will only appear when it is stimulated to its peak.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of the dragon crashed into the fiery shield.

boom!!!

The entire mountain forest shook upon impact.

The space was vibrating, and the space around the point of impact rippled like visible waves on the surface of water.

Ripples radiated outwards, shattering trees, stones, soil—everything—into dust by an invisible force.

Within a 10-zhang radius of the impact point, all trees were uprooted by the shockwave.

The soil and gravel collided with each other in the air, making crackling sounds, and then fell down like raindrops.

Countless cracks immediately appeared on the flame shield.

With each crack that appeared, a punishment rune peeled off the shield, transforming into a ghostly green arrow of light that shot towards the illusory dragon.

The more runes that peel off, the more light arrows are fired.

The rune of the mountain of knives struck the dragon's left eye, bursting open with dark green pus.

It pierced through the dragon's belly and immediately burned out a large, transparent hole.

The phantom of the dragon continued to dissolve under the runic light arrows.

The ghostly flames of the underworld are the nemesis of all life. The dragon has been dead for a thousand years, but its remnant soul still retains a trace of its former life.

This glimmer of hope is like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, instantly boiling and evaporating in the face of the ghostly flames.

The final Heart-Piercing Rune struck the heart of the dragon's phantom.

The eerie green light arrow condensed into its strongest strike, piercing through the dragon's chest cavity and exploding inside.

"boom!"

The dragon's entire body exploded from the inside out, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

Without the blessing of the dragon phantom, the spear reverted to an ordinary iron spear and clattered to the ground.

The dragon scales on the gun had all lost their luster, turning gray and dull, like rusted iron.

The tiger demon was severely injured, and blood kept gushing from its third vertical eye.

This is the primordial essence blood that surged out after the demon core shattered.

Each drop contains the essence of eight or ten years of cultivation, and now it is welling up from Kuku's eyes.

That last attack consumed most of its vital energy.

His three hundred years of cultivation were first crippled for thirty years by Li Feng's palm lightning.

Then, the reserves of the ghostly spirits, accumulated over a hundred years, were burned away by the ghostly flames of the underworld.

The final, all-out shot consumed at least a hundred years of accumulated cultivation.

Subtracting 230 years from 300 years, its remaining cultivation level is now only 70 years at most.