Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Of course, Qin Fengming, who was trapped in the magic circle, didn't know anything about the outside world.

Although he didn't know what kind of magic circle it was when facing the trapped body magic circle, but at this moment he also knew that this magic circle might be a trapping circle.Its own attack is definitely not extremely powerful.Otherwise, as soon as he entered the magic circle, he would definitely be violently attacked.

Looking at the huge magic circle around him with rapidly flickering energy fluctuations at this moment, Qin Fengming frowned, not daring to stay in the magic circle forever.

People from the demon world are not reliable allies, and it would be extremely unrealistic to expect the other party to break the formation.If you want to get out of this magic circle very quickly, you still have to rely on yourself.

With a lift of his hand, he didn't sacrifice the talisman in his hand, but a five-colored sword light flashed out.

"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, the moment the sword glow was about to touch the wall of the huge magic circle, a huge wave of energy was rapidly swimming on the wall, and a wave of extremely huge Black energy suddenly appeared, and in a flash, it blocked Qin Fengming's clear sword glow.

Looking at the huge wall that was not shaken or revealed at all, Qin Fengming was not only not shocked at all, but a smile suddenly appeared on his young face.

At this time, he was even more sure that the trapped magic circle was a passive defensive magic circle.Although Qin Fengming was slightly shocked by the power of defense, Qin Fengming would never be afraid of this kind of magic circle.

With a single hand, the Thunderbolt Talisman disappeared, and with a movement of the magic formula in the body, with the wave of both hands, the sword lights shot towards the surroundings like water breaking a bank.

Looking from a distance, Qin Fengming's whole body seemed to be like a huge sword group, and in just a moment, hundreds of colorful sword lights shot out in all directions.

Qin Fengming's actions are exactly the Thirteen-style Swordsmanship of Piaoliu that he learned when he was young.

Back then when he was in the Jingyun Patriarchal Formation, he had already integrated the Qingyan Sword Jue into the swordsmanship in the worldly martial arts. Now when he uses it again, the power is already many times stronger than before.

Hundreds of sword glows, which were comparable to the blows of a monk in the late stage of infancy, slashed at the huge barrier wall around him almost at the same time after Qin Fengming used the floating willow thirteen-style swordsmanship.

"Boom! Boom!~~~" Hundreds of huge roaring sounds resounded through the huge wall at the same time.

Following the swift slash of the huge sword light, a crisp explosion sounded amidst the huge roar.

The seemingly extremely powerful trap was easily disintegrated by Qin Fengming's attack, and it was destroyed before his eyes.

There are hundreds of sharp sword lights that are comparable to a blow from a great monk, and their power is so great that even a peak monk who has transformed into an infant will never dare to face the peak directly and resist it.

Qin Fengming's move, even if the senior who created Xuanwei Shangqingjue saw it, he would be stunned on the spot, unable to believe what happened in front of him.

The monk's secret technique is generally based on the monk's own mana. The deeper the mana, the more powerful the secret technique sacrificed.But for most monks, it is absolutely difficult for a monk to unleash hundreds of secret attacks in a short time.

It takes a certain amount of time to accumulate mana to activate the secret technique before it can be sacrificed.

And Qin Fengming's Qingyu Sword Art, although compared with the same secret technique, may be slightly inferior in terms of power in one blow, but it is a different method, and the speed of activation is hard to compare with other secret techniques.

Although the mana consumed by each activation is extremely huge, for Qin Fengming, mana is naturally the most fearless thing to consume.Even if it takes a few days like this, there will not be the slightest sign of exhaustion.

The power of this wave of attack is the same as that of a dozen or so incarnations attacking the magic circle at the same time.In the face of such a powerful attack, no matter how tough the magic circle is, it will definitely be broken in an instant.

Although the Qingyan sword light is extremely sharp to break through this magic circle, but it is absolutely difficult to have such an effect if it wants to attack a big monk.Because the sword light is sacrificed, you can't change the direction at will. With the skill of a big monk, you can easily dodge it.

As the huge wall in front of him disappeared, just ten feet away from where Qin Fengming was standing, a mid-stage cultivator with a dazed expression suddenly revealed his figure.

Looking at the figure of the young monk in front of him, this mid-term ghost monk could hardly believe what happened in front of him.

Holding a jet-black formation plate that already showed traces of Taoism, the mid-term monk of the ghost king did not have the slightest expression in his eyes.

With this magic circle in his hand, the Taishang Patriarch once said that even if a monk at the top of the ghost king enters this magic circle, it will definitely be difficult to break out of it in an instant.

In front of him, there seemed to be only young monks in the early stages of the Ghost Lord, who had just fallen into the formation, and broke out of the formation before even half a stick of incense arrived.Thinking back to the hundred or so powerful attacks that the youth unleashed just now, the monks in the middle stage of the ghost king could no longer have the slightest desire to fight against them.

"Hmph, it's really damnable to put Qin into the magic circle."

Seeing that the magic circle was broken suddenly, Qin Fengming's face suddenly turned cold. As a master of the magic circle, he was extremely angry when he was trapped in the magic circle by the other party.

His figure swayed a little, and he had already stood in front of the slightly sluggish middle-stage ghost monk. With a lift of his hand, a forbidden energy entered the monk's body. With a wave of his hand, the mid-stage ghost monk automatically Disappear.

Looking at the hundreds of monks fighting together hundreds of feet away, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed a little, and he had an idea.After whispering a few words in his mouth, his figure flickered, and he flew towards the Yin Sect monk.

Faced with these monks from the ghost world who came to his door, Qin Fengming certainly didn't have any good thoughts left.

Under the movement of the figure, it was like a faint five-color light and shadow, which was revealed among hundreds of monks of the Yin sect.

As soon as the three big monks left, the monks of the Yin sect who were several times as much as the monks of the demon world surrounded the people of the demon world who had already formed two magic circles. After setting up four magic circles, they confronted the monks from the middle demon world.

The combined attack formation of the monks is so powerful that it cannot be resisted by a monk at the beginning or middle stage of the ghost king, but as soon as the two formations came into contact, everyone in the demon world was surprised.

The monks in the ghost world mainly focus on driving magic weapons and secret techniques, while the people in the demon world are good at cultivating their physique. There is no chance of winning.

Under the circumstances of the opponent several times, the Yinzong immediately had the upper hand.

Seeing that as long as there is another bombardment, the magic circle formed by hundreds of magic master monks in the demon world will be broken by the monks of the Yin sect that are three times as large as their own.

At this moment, with a flash of light and a loud noise, a figure has already invaded the formation formed by a hundred handsome ghost monks.

I saw a band of five-color light flickering in the crowd, and the hundred handsome ghost monks who were standing on the spot just now disappeared without a trace.