Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"Damn it, how did the little guy activate the killing formation. Could it be that you can't find death? Well, the old man will try his best to destroy some more essence and save you once."

Just when Qin Fengming sacrificed the first fire snake, there was a voice of cursing suddenly in the coffin of the temple.As the sound sounded, the old man who had already been lying down sat up straight again.

At the same time, he made a formula with both hands, so he had to perform some kind of supernatural power or secret technique.

But suddenly, the old man stopped his rapidly waving hands, and the curse in his mouth disappeared immediately.His lifeless eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Does that little guy have the means to resist that killing formation?"

Shocked murmurs suddenly came from the old man's mouth, and his face was full of uncertainty.

When the old man finished talking to himself, it was also when Qin Fengming swung three fire snakes and was killed.At this time, Qin Fengming not only did not show the slightest fear on his face, but instead showed a hint of joy following the destruction of the three fire snakes.

With the colorful lights appearing around the magic circle and the layers of grids manifested on the wall of the cover, his eyes flickered at this time, and the place he was looking at was a colorful light that was constantly moving with the flashes of the colorful lights. Where the mount fluctuates.

That place is no different from other positions in the magic circle.

But in Qin Fengming's eyes, the rapidly moving colorful lights are quite different from other colorful lights that also shoot and wander.

Under the flash of silver electric light, the electric grid formed by the silver-white electric arc flashed out, and approached Qin Fengming in a flash.The sound of crackling kept ringing between the electric arcs, and the tiny electric arcs moved through the grid, making terrifying sounds.It seemed that in an instant, Qin Fengming could be divided into equal pieces of meat.

"Hey!" A soft sound suddenly shot out from Qin Fengming's finger, and with a flash of colorful light, a bright sword light passed through a gap in the power grid, and went straight to a place on the cover wall. hit away.

The speed of that sword light was several times faster than that of the layers of grids.

Although the sword glow came late, it approached the wandering colorful glow in an instant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!~~"

What surprised Qin Fengming was that suddenly, several beams of light flashed out from above the wall, blocking the clear sword light in front of the wall in an instant.

Following several bangs, the Qingyan sword light, which contained powerful power, finally failed to make any further progress.

"Hey, it's a bit difficult to handle a magic circle that can defend itself."

Following Qin Fengming's slight surprise, the grid finally covered him.It shrank instantly, and surrounded him.

Looking at the rapidly approaching silver power grid, although Qin Fengming's face was slightly dignified, he did not show the slightest fear.

As the power grid approached, Qin Fengming didn't move any more. He saw the silver light flashing in front of his eyes, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"Crackling!~~Pricking!~~" Bursts of electric arc explosions immediately resounded in the magic circle.

This sound is extremely scary when heard in the ears.For monks, what they fear most is this kind of lightning attack that does not belong to any attribute.

Lightning, which contains destructive energy, can be said to be indestructible.Although the wood attribute magic weapon can resist a little, but under the even bigger lightning attack, the wood attribute magic weapon can't last long.

Qin Fengming stood still, the layers of grids only stagnated for a moment on the wall of the dragon-patterned tortoise armor shield, and then passed through immediately, covering Qin Fengming's body in an instant.

The crackling sound resounded through a cup of tea for a long time before it stopped.

"The junior is really looking for death. As a big monk, Li Daoyou was banned and killed in an instant. You, a mere mid-stage ghost king, even touched the ban so easily without knowing your life."

The female cultivator who was trapped in the magic circle in the distance was sad because a big monk of the same rank fell into the magic circle. At this time, she saw a middle-stage ghost monk who had just arrived here in the distance. Touching the restriction, I couldn't help but groaned in my heart.

Since the restriction was triggered, even if the female cultivator is a great monk, with her powerful spiritual sense, it is difficult to see what is going on under the restriction where Qin Fengming is.

While the female big monk was secretly slandering her heart, the bright rays of the sun slowly dissipated, and a young man finally reappeared in the transparent restraining light shield in the distance.

Seeing the young monk, an inconceivable look suddenly flashed in the eyes of the female big monk.

There were constant explosions just now, bright rays of light flashed, and the young monk in the fog-shrouded forbidden wall, although the clothing on his body had obviously been attacked by the electric arc and looked extremely fragmented, but at this moment, the young monk's expression was extremely indifferent .

If it weren't for the traces of the attack on his body, it seemed that he was not the one who was banned from attacking just now.

Qin Fengming, who stood there without moving at all, as the attack of the restraining magic circle disappeared, his dignified expression eased down.

As soon as the internal magic formula was activated, black mist suddenly diffused out, covering his whole body in an instant.

With a shake of his hand, the ragged robe on his body disappeared immediately, and when he raised his hand again, a new robe was put on him.

Just now, he didn't resort to any means, he just relied on his body to touch the dense grid formed by the layers of electric arcs.

This is not because Qin Fengming acted recklessly, but because he found that although the power grid that appeared layer by layer is impressive, it is far from the energy of the Heavenly Tribulation inspired by the Jieyun he encountered.

The number of catastrophes that Qin Fengming has survived is even beyond the reach of the assembled monks.

Heavenly Tribulation, no matter who is crossing the Heavenly Tribulation, as long as they are infected, they will enjoy the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation, and as each person cultivates, the number of Heavenly Tribulations he provokes will increase accordingly.

Although Qin Fengming has only been cultivating immortals for more than a hundred years, he has already experienced five or six times of catastrophe.

Seeing that the first wave of attacks banned here was lightning, he didn't have much fear in his heart.

After experiencing several catastrophes, even he himself felt a little joy about the lightning attack that everyone was afraid of. The Xuanwei Shangqing Jue he practiced was a supreme technique for slashing ghosts and demons. And lightning is a kind of strange energy that has a strong restraint on ghosts and monsters.

After several times of baptism, Qin Fengming vaguely felt that whenever lightning slashed, as long as he used the Xuanwei Shangqing formula to attack, those lightning slashed on his body would absorb a lot of energy, This is also the reason why he can experience the catastrophe several times without getting tired of it.

At this time, Qin Fengming couldn't help showing a smile again as the magic circle slowly fell silent.

Looking at the magic circle in front of him, under the cover of powerful spiritual consciousness, he raised his hands, and instantly the clear and sharp sword glow was cast out by him in one of the thirteen moves of the floating willow: chaotic war.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of multicolored sword lights flashed out, shooting towards the surrounding walls.

The speed is as fast as an electric light flint.

The magic circle that had just been silent was attacked by this attack, and suddenly the Weng Ming sounded loudly, and arcs shot out, as if hundreds of silver snakes were suddenly ejected from a ball, intercepting and firing at each other without any rules. The five-colored sword light that shot out...