Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"Hmph, you think the old man's method is so simple, you are lying if you resist the old man's attack."

Facing Mo Tian's attack, the nameless old man showed no signs of abnormality. When he was speaking, his figure suddenly dodged away from an unimaginable angle.

A black light flashed and shot past a phantom.

The old man's evasion speed seemed to be slightly better than Qin Fengming's Xuantian Weibu.

When the old man dodged out, under the urging of his divine sense, the black sharp blade disintegrated with a bang sound, turning into dozens of tiny flying needles, and escaped from the mass of majestic energy in a flash. imprisonment.

The sharpness of these flying needles is much stronger than the original sharp blade.With a chirping sound, it swept towards Mo Tian's body.

Faced with such a change, even Mo Tian, ​​who is the avatar of the Mahayana in the upper realm, suddenly changed his face.

These flying needles can escape from his confinement secret technique, which has never been encountered in his tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

At this time, Motian wanted to dodge again, but he couldn't. The magic formula in his body surged, and at the same time when he fully activated the defensive secret technique, his figure suddenly dodged to the side.

"Hmph, you almost want to hurt people in my holy world."

Just when Mo Tian was in a dangerous situation, a calm voice suddenly resounded, followed by a burst of piercing sound.

Together with the sound of urgent collisions, dozens of jet-black flying needles attacking Motian were unexpectedly engulfed by a mass of dense sand-like objects that shone with dark purple light.

Blocked by the group of purple awn sand grains, Mo Tian's tall body finally flashed into the distance.

At the same time, there was a flash of a figure, and the Sansha Holy Venerable, who had previously withdrawn from the struggle for the Chaos Spirit Treasure, appeared in the valley again.

Mo Tian can only be regarded as a junior to the Sansha Saint Venerable, but in his eyes, Mo Tian is not in his eyes at all.And when Motian knew about the Sansha Holy Venerable, he was also terrified.

The name of the three evil saints has long been resounding in the real devil world.

However, in the Three Realms War countless thousands of years ago, it was said that the Holy Lord Sansha had fallen, that is, those of his subordinates had already fallen apart, some had already fallen, and those who were lucky enough to meet even smuggled to the upper realm.There are also some self-seals to avoid the catastrophe of the era.

When they met at this time, although Mo Tian didn't show much respect to the Sansha Holy Lord, he didn't dare to show any disrespect to him.

Only by the powerful aura of the superior person emanating from the three evil saints, Mo Tian was already filled with fear.

Faced with the attack of the unknown old man this time, Mo Tian was already very fearful in his heart.That sharp blade could easily break through his defense and penetrate an inch into his body.If those smaller flying needles hit his body, they would undoubtedly penetrate into his body.

If the strange flying needle enters the body, what will happen? Mo Tian felt a chill all over his body when he thought about it.

"Thank you, Holy One, for your help!" Mo Tian flashed his figure, hugged Sansha Holy Lord, and said with a respectful expression.

With Motian's knowledge, it is natural to see that although the Sansha Lord is still alive, he must be trapped in some strange and dangerous place. It is only the late stage of the Demon Lord who denies that his cultivation is impossible.

Even if he really returned to the holy world, it would definitely take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to restore his original cultivation.During this time, it is also difficult to say whether the Sansha Holy Venerable was killed by his opponent.

Therefore, although Mo Tian was respectful, he was not afraid at all.

And at this time, he only talked about helping each other, not saving each other, and it was precisely because of this thought.

"Hmph, of course, I will not pay attention to your life or death, but here, you and I both come from the holy world, and it is reasonable to help you once, but in the future, you will fight for that spiritual treasure. You don’t have to worry about this Holy One’s attack this time.”

Sansha Sanzun is indeed a heroic figure, even Qin Fengming can't help admiring what he said.

The attack of the three of them was extremely swift and swift.

As the three of them attacked each other, the three of them immediately moved away from the Chaos Spirit Treasure, and the other cultivators immediately chased after seeing this.

Some monks, even more eager in their hearts, waved their hands out, sacrificed their own magic weapons, and began to slash and block the fleeing spirit treasures with all their strength.Immediately, in the huge valley, the sun shone everywhere, and the huge magic weapon shot and wandered, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Ah!~~Old man, how dare you sneak up on me. You think Huang is easy to deceive."

A cry immediately broke the peaceful coexistence in the valley.Immediately, the two powerful magic weapons collided together.Amidst the roar, the two sides became entangled.

"Fellow Daoist, stop quickly, the old man didn't sneak attack, it's because the magic weapon deviated from the direction by itself."

The old man's explanation seemed weak, and the attack of cultivator surnamed Huang did not stop, but opened his hands, and a huge energy ball wrapped in gray light shot out, directly bombarding the old man.

When the cultivation base has reached the stage of the late stage of transforming into an infant, if the monk does not make a move, he will do nothing, and if he makes a move, he will make a killer move.Even the real demon cultivators like Sansha Sansha and Motian dare not let the big monk's attack touch them without any scruples.

Just as the two were attacking each other, angry roars sounded again in the distance.A huge bang sounded immediately.

In an instant, the formation of more than a dozen monks who had followed the Chaos Spirit Treasure was scattered, and among them, magic weapons and secret techniques suddenly appeared, and they began to fight together.

Qin Fengming, who was standing in the distance, had a gloomy expression.

He was completely in the eyes of what happened on the scene.The mutual attacks of the monks were caused by the chaotic spirit treasure that seemed to keep fleeing.

When the cultivator's magic weapon slashed at the Chaos Spirit Treasure, the crimson light surrounding the Lingbao only flickered slightly, and the slashed magic weapon would be slightly deflected, and the attack wanted to go elsewhere.

Such a strange scene really shocked Qin Fengming and the others.

This chaotic spirit treasure is something that has not been activated.Under such circumstances, there is still such an instinctive method, which is absolutely impossible for the magic weapon that everyone has seen.

In just a moment, two miserable cries resounded on the spot.

In the scuffle, a monk was injured and was successfully attacked by others.With the sound of angry shouts, the battle became more intense.

Although many monks were dragged down by the attack and couldn't go all out to chase the chaotic spirit treasure, but that spirit treasure still didn't have the slightest intention to escape from the valley here. , although it didn't hurt anyone, it made the chaotic scene in the valley even more violent and chaotic.

"That spirit treasure seems to be manipulated by someone, otherwise how could it be so spiritual."

Looking at the scene in the valley, more than a dozen top monks from various continents were fighting with each other, Fu Qiong's beautiful face was full of shock.

After looking at it for a while, with doubts in his heart, he opened his mouth and said.

Faced with such a chaotic scene, at this moment, even Sansha Shengzun, Mo Tian and the nameless old man had already given up, their figures flickered, and they began to carefully guard against the irregular slashing of the powerful magic weapon that was constantly flashing.

"Fairy Yin, did you see something?"