Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Surrounded by ghost fog, Qin Fengming's expression was composed, appearing very calm.

The souls and ghosts in the dense fog are all devoid of intelligence, and they often bite and attack each other in normal times, and when they encounter the monk's breath, they will scramble to besiege them frantically.

At the beginning, relying on instinct, the ghosts were very afraid of the coercion displayed by the Soul-devouring Beast, but under the urging of the monks of the Demon Mountain Sect, they suppressed their fear of the Soul-devouring Beast one after another fiercely, and they did not know it at first. They besieged Soul Devourer and Qin Fengming desperately.

Many ghosts surrounded Qin Fengming, but they were all blocked by the five-element shield wall. Hundreds of ghosts jumped on the five-element shield wall, slapping and biting continuously, immediately exerting great pressure on the five-element shield wall.But the multicolored rays of light on the cover wall flickered, and there was no sign of any rupture.

Qin Fengming watched intently, and immediately recognized that seven out of ten of these ghosts were the souls of mortals, and most of the rest were transformed from Qi-gathering period monks, and the spirits of foundation-building period monks were very few.

Although there are several powerful souls in the foundation establishment or even late foundation establishment and peak peaks, these powerful souls usually only drive the low-level ghosts forward from the outside when fighting, and do not participate in it themselves.

Seeing that the Five Elements Wall was still safe under the attack of many ghosts, Qin Fengming immediately felt relieved, and began to pay attention to the Soul-devouring Beast.

I saw the whole body of the Soul-devouring Beast flourishing with yellow light, and a layer of yellow fluorescent light wrapped its entire body, rushing left and right among tens of thousands of ghosts and ghosts.A cloud of gray mist is continuously swallowed from its mouth, and every time it swallows, several souls are sucked into the mouth by it, chewed and swallowed into the abdomen.

Even if there is an undead ghost rushing close to the Soul-devouring Beast, it will be blocked by the yellow fluorescent light on its body surface, unable to harm it in the slightest.

The cultivator with the surname of the Moshan sect continued to inject spiritual power into the ghost banner, and under the connection of his mind and spirit, he tried his best to stimulate the ghosts in the banner.But what surprised him was that when confronting the enemy before, no matter how powerful the opponent was or how sharp the spirit weapon was, as long as he pushed it hard, those ghosts would scramble to attack the opponent.

But now, he seemed to feel that most of the ghosts in the ghost streamer seemed to be very afraid. Although under his vigorous urging, they were still fighting with the trapped people, but they seemed extremely reluctant.

The monk surnamed Feng couldn't see the situation in the black thick fog clearly, but since he had reached such a situation, he would definitely not put away the ghost banner, and could only forcefully inject mana into the banner, hoping to kill the monks of the Luoxia sect as soon as possible.

Time passed little by little, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, the monk surnamed Gu seemed to have noticed something, his expression became gloomy and dignified, and he asked:

"Junior Brother Feng, why hasn't he been able to kill that boy from the Luoxia Sect after such a long time? Could it be that the person from the Luoxia Sect has some powerful defensive spirit weapon?"

Hearing the words of the monk surnamed Gu, the monk surnamed Feng looked gloomy and watery, and said with a flickering expression:

"I can't see the specific situation in the fog. I can only contact the ghosts in it. The ghosts in the ghost stream seem to be very afraid of that kid. It may be that the kid has some powerful treasures. But don't worry, senior brother Gu. There are 10,000+ soul ghosts in this banner, and there are several souls in this banner, which are equivalent to the late stage of foundation establishment and peak monks. They are in the state of souls in the banner, and it is generally impossible to kill them , under these soul attacks, no matter how powerful that kid is, with powerful treasures to defend himself, in the end, the spiritual power in his body will definitely be exhausted, and he will be eaten away by the ghosts inside."

The monk surnamed Feng didn't know the situation inside the ghost banner, but he still spoke very confidently.

Time passed slowly, and soon another half an hour passed.

The battle in the ghost banner did not stop, and it was obvious that the people inside had not been killed.

At this time, although the monk surnamed Feng was still calm on the surface, his heart was already churning. He really couldn't understand how the people of the Luoxia sect who fell into his powerful banner survived until now.

Thinking back to when he killed those monks and monsters with late stage foundation cultivation, the longest time in his ghost banner was only half an hour.

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of a possibility: Could it be that the monks of the Luoxia Sect have hidden their cultivation?

Thoughts surged in his mind, and the mentality of the monk surnamed Feng became stable again. Even if the other party hid his cultivation, he didn't have to worry about anything.

The more the monk surnamed Feng thought about it, the more he felt that it should be true, otherwise such a situation would never have happened.Unconsciously reset my mind.If he could really kill another late-stage foundation-establishment or peak cultivator, then the power of the ghost banner would increase again.

At first, the monk surnamed Gu kept staring at the black fog in front of him, but later, he sat cross-legged on a rock, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, occasionally glanced at the monk surnamed Feng and the dense fog, and did not make any other movements.

However, as time passed, the confidence of the monk surnamed Feng couldn't help being shaken.

Another half an hour passed.

At this time, the monk surnamed Feng had lost his original composure, his brows were furrowed, his fists clenched, and he kept wandering around, appearing very anxious.

"It's stabbed!" Just as the monk Feng surnamed wanted to put away the ghost banner to see what happened.Suddenly a crisp sound suddenly sounded on the spot.

With the resounding sound, a huge gap was seen in the black flag several feet in the air, and the thick black fog that had covered a radius of hundreds of feet disappeared in an instant.The banner shrunk rapidly and fell into the forest below.

When the sudden change occurred, the monk surnamed Feng yelled, "No, my ghost banner was destroyed."

Exclaimed in the mouth, a mouthful of blood spit out from the mouth of the monk named surname.He sacrificed and refined the ghost banner with his own blood, and when the banner was destroyed, he naturally suffered from it.

As soon as the monk surnamed Feng yelled, the monk surnamed Gu suddenly jumped up from the meditation, staring at the place in front of him where the fog quickly subsided.

After the thick fog cleared, Qin Fengming's figure appeared.There was no damage on his body, and he had a radiant expression.

After an hour and a half, Qin Fengming could say that he was very comfortable. At first he was still watching the battle between the soul-devouring beast and the soul ghost, but then he just closed his eyes and meditated, not caring about it.

It wasn't until an hour later that he suddenly opened his eyes again.

Because the densely packed ghosts and ghosts in the dense fog are now sparse and not much in appearance.At this time, the Soul-devouring Beast no longer pounced on the distant ghosts, but lay down in the void with a lazy expression.

Qin Fengming was slightly taken aback when he saw this, but instantly understood the reason. The Soul-devouring Beast had swallowed so many souls, even the souls of those foundation-building stage cultivations had been swallowed up by it, and it was slowly digesting them.

With a clear understanding in his heart, Qin Fengming waved his hand and put the Soul-devouring Beast into the Soul-devouring banner, and then put it into the storage ring.

Looking around, Qin Fengming waved his Purple Fire Meteor Sword, and quickly struck deep into the thick fog.

At this time, although the ghost banner still looks like a top-level spiritual weapon, there are not many soul spirits inside.How could it withstand the full blow of the high-grade spiritual weapon, and in an instant, a huge hole was struck by the Purple Fire Meteor Sword.Completely scrapped and no longer usable.

Suddenly seeing the famous ghost banner being destroyed by the other party, the monk surnamed Gu's expression suddenly changed, his eyes flashed brightly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Seeing that his ghost banner was destroyed suddenly, the fright of the monk surnamed Feng turned into anger immediately, and then he yelled: "Damn you, you dare to destroy the old man's treasure, today you will definitely die this."