Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

There are only three paths on Tongtian Peak, and no matter which path there is, there must be restrictions blocking the path.

These prohibitions, logically speaking, should hinder the Great Infant Transformation Cultivator somewhat, but they will definitely not completely block everyone.Because this place is the trial ground for the low-level disciples of Xianshan Sect.

Faced with the miasma hidden in the white mist, Qin Fengming was naturally apprehensive.

The corrosive power has not yet caused any harm to him.With his tough clear sword and shield and his majestic mana regardless of loss, the corrosive toxicity was completely blocked by him.

But looking at the situation in front of him at this moment, Qin Fengming couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

There is no doubt about the psychedelic effect contained in the miasma, but in the place in front of him, even if he tried his best to activate his eyesight, he could not see the slightest shadow of the illusion.Although he didn't see anything, he was convinced that he had fallen into a hallucination.

It's just that this kind of psychedelic magical effect is much more profound than the ordinary illusions and illusions.

The psychedelic mood that can trap even immortals cannot be compared with the kind of illusion that I encountered before.

Although he was convinced that he had fallen into the environment, Qin Fengming did not panic at this time.Instead, after standing for a while, he turned his body and sat down on the stone ground.With both eyes closed, he didn't move his body any more.

As time passed, the tortuous path in front of Qin Fengming seemed to have begun to change slowly. It seemed that after countless years of vicissitudes, moss slowly appeared on it, and later on the path, unexpectedly appeared A fork in the road, with the passage of time, the original path was completely covered by a piece of green vegetation, only the road that appeared later was exposed on the spot.

Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged, had never opened his eyes since he sat cross-legged, as if he had settled down.

If it weren't for the strange changes in the path in front of him every time, anyone would think that the time here is stagnant.

Because there is no singing of birds, no running water, even the white mist around him is still.

I don't know how long it has passed, Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, two rays of light shot out, and with a flick of his body, he stood up and stepped into the body without hesitation. The winding mountain road ahead.

The mountain road at this time is no longer the one he saw first.

Stepping on the mountain road, without any hesitation, he stepped lightly and moved forward rapidly.

But every time he encountered a turning, Qin Fengming stepped in the opposite direction of the path without hesitation.As he stepped in, a path would appear strangely in the direction where there was no path.

Such a strange sight, if outsiders saw it, they would be stunned with astonishment.

As his figure shuttled, Qin Fengming's speed became faster and faster. In the end, he almost used the Biyun Mysterious Trace movement technique to the extreme. In the white mist, he moved forward like a swift bird.

If it wasn't for the passage of wind that appeared behind him because of his body passing by quickly.It was as if no one had passed by at all.

When Qin Fengming turned the No.80 bend, the scene in front of him suddenly changed drastically.

The original white mist suddenly disappeared, and the sharply corrosive scorching breath also disappeared.In front of him is a group of buildings covering an extremely large area.

Although the tall buildings are of different heights, they appear patchwork.Hidden among the green pines and verdant cypresses, with white clouds floating around, it looks extremely quiet and elegant.

"Little friend is really not easy. He actually broke through the forbidden land of the maze and the miasma in the same order as the master."

When Qin Fengming had just stepped out of the place shrouded in white mist, a slightly surprised voice of a charming beauty rang in his ears.Without Qin Fengming's identification, one could know that it was the Lord Yin Luo who entered the land shrouded in white mist before him.

Turning his head to look, he saw the Lord Yinluo in fluttering colorful clothes, standing tens of feet away with a calm face, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Seeing that Qin Fengming was able to walk out of the land covered by the miasma so quickly, the Lord of Yin Luo couldn't help giving Qin Fengming a high look.

It was a miasma, and although the Holy Lord of Yin Luo hadn't really entered it in person, he knew a lot about it and knew some of its characteristics in the classics of the upper realm.She didn't believe that a mere human cultivator could understand the miasma better than she herself.

Of course, the proportion of the miasma contained in this white mist is extremely small.

But even so, the psychedelic effect contained in it cannot be easily discovered by a monk who transforms into a baby.

Qin Fengming didn't respond to the compliment from Lord Yinluo, but let out his consciousness and scanned the place in front of him carefully.No trace of monks was found.

This undoubtedly shows that Motian has not come out of the miasma.

Suddenly, Qin Fengming felt a sudden surge of white mist not far away, and a figure bounced out of the white mist, stopping a dozen feet away from Qin Fengming.

"Motian!" Qin Fengming was startled when he suddenly saw the person who appeared.

Without hesitation, a thick black ghost mist spewed out of his body, and in a swirl, he wrapped towards Mo Tian who had just appeared.At the same time, the hand was placed between the eyebrows, and a red light was hidden in the mist, and it also shot towards the demon sky.

Now that the face has been torn apart with Motian, it is already impossible to live in peace.

If Mo Tian saw him so close, there would be no doubt about his angrily attacking him.Rather than being passive, it is better to take the initiative to attack and grasp the upper hand.

The distance between the two sides was only more than a dozen feet, and under Qin Fengming's full drive to drive the ghost to bite the cloud, he could almost instantly drag Motian, who had just stepped out of the illusion, into the cloud.

And under the rapidity of the little red sword magic weapon, it will hit Mo Tian severely before the ghost bites the cloud.

If it was another peak cultivator who was transformed into an infant and was ambushed at such a close distance from Qin Fengming, there would be absolutely no second possibility other than falling on the spot.

But at this time, what he was facing was a clone of a Mahayana monk, and Qin Fengming's sudden attack still failed to see the full effect.

"Damn it, junior!" Just as Qin Fengming made his move, Mo Tian, ​​who had just stood still, was already awake, and he didn't see any movement from him while shouting, only a dense patch of gray and black flying several inches long The needle appeared suddenly, like a river breaking through, covering the place where Qin Fengming was standing.

"Pfft! Puff! Puff!~~" Amidst a series of soft sounds, the little red sword flew only a few feet away before being stopped by the densely packed flying needles.

Flying needles all over the sky carried a terrifying sound of piercing through the sky, and instantly swarmed into the rapidly permeating ghostly mist.

The flying needles flying all over the sky didn't seem to be hindered by the ghostly mist at all, and they moved towards Qin Fengming at an almost undiminished speed.With one blow, he was impaled like a hedgehog.

Faced with the sudden change, even Qin Fengming's complexion suddenly changed.

Without hesitation, the dragon-patterned tortoise shield in his hand flashed out, and in a flash, it covered his face.

"Duh! Duh!~~~" There was a burst of dense light sounds, and the flying needles all over the sky were finally blocked by the dragon-patterned tortoise shield.