Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

The Qingcheng cultivator was very vigilant, and when he saw the top-level spiritual weapon in Qin Fengming's hand, he turned around quickly without a trace of hesitation, and then galloped towards the south.

Seeing the Qingcheng monk fleeing quickly, Qin Fengming stood on the spot with a slight smile on his expression, fiddling with the Yin-Yang Pagoda in his hands, without the slightest intention of getting up and chasing after him.

The cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect saw the other party fleeing, but Qin Fengming remained indifferent, and couldn't help feeling anxious, and said eagerly: "Fellow Luoxia Sect, you must never let that person escape, if you let him escape, the news will be leaked, which will be extremely harmful to us in the future. "

Seeing the expression of the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect, Qin Fengming still didn't feel nervous at all, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, he won't be able to run away."

The Qingcheng cultivator's figure flashed, he was already a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye, seeing that the other party did not chase after him, he was secretly happy in his heart.

Just when he tried his best to escape from this place as soon as possible, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Just now, the ground was covered with yellow sand, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in a valley with green pines and cypresses and a gurgling stream.

Seeing this, the cultivator at Qingchengmen was startled suddenly, his head turned, and he immediately understood what kind of formation he must have fallen into.Without the slightest pause, his figure moved, and he rushed forward rapidly.

However, what shocked him was that when he rushed thirty or forty feet away, he suddenly found that he had returned to the original standing position in an instant.

When the Qingchengmen cultivator was trapped in the formation, not far from it, a black puppet showed its figure, holding a formation plate in its huge palm.

Qin Fengming looked at the Qingcheng cultivator from a distance, saw that he had indeed entered the four-element Hunyuan formation he had set up, turned his head to the cultivator of the Blood Refining Gate and said:

"Fellow Daoist, restore your mana as soon as possible. If you have anything to say, wait until I eliminate that Qingchengmen cultivator." As he spoke, Qin Fengming turned around and swept away all the belongings of the post Shenzong cultivator, and then turned to him. The formation flew away.

When the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect saw Qin Fengming calmly besieging a fellow cultivator, he was also terrified. He secretly thought that this young man's tricks were not simple.

His thoughts are meticulous and his judgments are accurate, just like old monsters who have lived for decades.

The cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect is convinced that the young man really has no malice towards him, otherwise he would never let himself recover his mana.You must know that his realm is much higher than that of young people.If he recovers a little bit of spiritual power, he will have the power to protect himself, even if he kills the young man, it is very possible.

Although he had this thought in his heart, the cultivators of the Blood Refiners were still paying attention to Qin Fengming's every move while absorbing the energy from the spirit stone with all their strength.

At the same time, the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect also understood that since the young man had been here for a long time, he must have heard clearly the conversation of the few people just now, and it was useless to try to hide something.

Flying to the front of the magic formation, Qin Fengming took the formation disk from the puppet's hand, and cast out a magic spell, and saw the Qingcheng cultivator rushing left and right in the formation, struggling desperately.

Qin Fengming felt at ease, the four-element Hunyuan Formation was not something a foundation-builder could break easily.

Looking at the monk for a moment, Qin Fengming smiled slightly, no longer hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, a talisman was sacrificed by him, and it reached the sky above the head of the Qingcheng monk, and then a large sea of ​​flames appeared around him.

It is that 'flame filled the sky symbol'.

After refining this talisman with a mysterious liquid, its power has greatly exceeded the original.And it has far surpassed the real fire of the monks in the foundation building period, even it is comparable to the alchemy of the alchemy monks.

The monks in Qingcheng who were trapped in the magic circle suddenly saw raging fires around them, and they were shocked.

A terrifying scorching aura suddenly approached him, and the monk Qingcheng only had time to quickly activate the spiritual shield in front of him, hoping to use it to resist.

But how could he have imagined that the spiritual power shield he was driving with all his strength burst apart with a 'bang' just as soon as he came into contact with the falling flames.The raging fire arrived in front of him in an instant, surrounded him, and burned him to ashes in an instant, leaving only a few storage rings and a high-grade spiritual weapon on the ground.

Qin Fengming smiled slightly, and quickly put away the formation.Then with a wave of his hand, he took the storage ring and spiritual weapon of the monk of Qingchengmen into his arms.

In the distance, the cultivator of the Blood Refining Gate saw that Qin Fengming had just thrown out a talisman, and then saw him put away the formation with a wave of his hand, but there was no trace of the cultivator of the Qingcheng Gate.Unconsciously, I was stunned: Could it be that the other party killed the Qingcheng monk in an instant?

Cultivators of the Blood Refining Sect cannot see what is happening in the magic circle.

It is precisely because of this that Qin Fengming can safely use the mutated talisman without worrying about being peeped.

People who are not in control of the formation, and without releasing some restraining effects from the formation, other people will not be able to clearly know what is going on in the formation.

Seeing the cultivator of the Luoxia sect killing the fellow cultivator with a raised hand, one can imagine the shock in the hearts of the cultivators of the Blood Refining Sect.

Even if he fought the Qingchengmen cultivator when he was completely victorious, it would take some means to kill him.But this Luoxiazong cultivator did not spend a moment of effort to kill the opponent. Even with the help of formations, this seemed too simple.Unconsciously, he felt more jealous towards Qin Fengming.

After Qin Fengming put away the things, he flew fifty feet away from the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect, and then stopped.Then he said to the monk:

"Fellow Daoist of Blood Refining Sect, you can recover your mana with peace of mind. I will protect the law for you here. After your mana is fully recovered, we will talk about it in detail." Then he sat cross-legged.

Seeing this, the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect was completely relieved: "Then I will be in trouble, fellow Taoist." After speaking, without further words, he held a spirit stone in each of his left and right hands, and absorbed the spirit power with all his strength.

At this time, Qin Fengming took a closer look at the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect, and saw that he was in his 40s and was wearing a crimson red gown.The nose is straight and the mouth is square, with a loyal face.

Generally, male cultivators seldom practice beauty-retaining exercises. Although any exercise has some beauty-retaining effects, but they have reached the middle stage of foundation establishment in their 40s, which means that their real age is not too old.

Such cultivation qualifications must have attracted much attention in the Blood Refining Sect.The last time I went to the Blood Refining Sect to participate in the mine scramble, this person definitely did not show up, otherwise he would have been impressed with the monk's photographic memory.

Time passed slowly, and it was not until noon on the second day that the cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect stood up.There was a long whistle in the mouth.Then he flew towards Qin Fengming slowly, with a grateful look on his face.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming knew that his magic power had been exhausted.

The cultivator of the Blood Refining Sect came twenty feet away from Qin Fengming, bowed to him and said, "Fang Ming of the Blood Refining Sect, thanks to the help of fellow daoists this time. I wonder what the fellow daoist of the Luoxia sect calls you?"

"Fang Daoyou, you don't have to be polite. You and my sect are already on the same page, so it's reasonable for me to help you. I'm in Luoxia Sect, Qin Fengming." Qin Fengming also got up and replied with a smile.