Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"Qin Daoyou has been in the colorful mist for seventeen days. There has not been the slightest sound in the mist, and there has not been too much change. Except for a little thinness, there seems to be nothing unusual. It seems that Qin Daoyou has already Falling into that terrifying artistic conception, even if you fall, you might as well fall."

Looking at the land shrouded in colorful mist in the distance, Bo Chong finally spoke for the first time after Qin Fengming entered the mist seventeen days ago.However, he didn't speak this time, but sent a sound transmission to the female cultivator beside him.

Seventeen days, although it seems that the time is not short.But for the gathering monks, it was just a short retreat with their eyes closed.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, where is this place? Fellow Daoist has also entered it before. Do you think that just [-] days will be able to dry up the sea of ​​knowledge in Fellow Daoist Qin's body and shatter his soul?"

The nun opened her eyes, her expression didn't change at all, she glanced at Bo Chong, and said the same voice.

"Well, just because of the strange aura, it is certainly impossible to completely kill Fellow Daoist Qin in ten days, but if he is greedy and touches those mummy corpses, he might be poisoned by the corpse poison that exists in the mummy and combines the strange aura Invasion of the body. As long as the corpse poison enters the body, even a psychic cultivator will hardly be able to resist it for a few days."

A gleam flashed in Bo Chong's eyes, and the words in his mouth came out again.

"However, relying on the means he showed when he defeated Ouyang Longhai, he might be able to resist the corpse poison for a long time. But amidst the corpse poison and the strange aura that horribly devoured the power of the sea of ​​consciousness, forgive him It's impossible to persist for a month. Let's wait another ten days and then make sense."

Before the female cultivator could open her mouth, Bo Chong's expression changed, and his tone was slightly relaxed.

The female cultivator didn't say anything more, her beautiful eyes closed slowly, and she fell into meditation with eyes closed again.

Bo Chong glanced at the female cultivator, a little bit of incomprehensible meaning flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and closed his eyes again.

These two monks at the top of the gathering seemed to have some plans for Qin Fengming, and they were not as peaceful as they appeared on the surface.

At this time, Qin Fengming was still standing upright, facing the tall stone tablet that was already very clear in front of him, with no expression on his face, his eyes were empty, and there was no color showing.

The simple and simple scroll held in his hand was originally a brown-red scroll, but the colorful glow that appeared at this moment was even more dazzling, and some extremely mysterious and strange lines appeared in the colorful glow, and with the dazzling glow, it seemed to come out from the surface of the scroll meaning.

If someone saw Qin Fengming in this state at this time, he would definitely mistake him for a statue holding a strange scroll.

Time continues, day by day.

In the colorful mist, there was still no sound at all.The state of the fog does not seem to have changed.

In the blink of an eye, a full month has passed since Qin Fengming entered the colorful mist.

In the tall cave, there was silence. A man, a woman and two female cultivators sat on a rock with their eyes closed and meditating. Deep in the cave, a group of multicolored mist continuously surged slowly.Everything seemed to be extremely peaceful.

Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the colorful mist in the distance. At the beginning of the voice, it was dull and hazy, as if it came from the depths of the throat.

But just in the breath, a clear cry full of majestic spiritual power resounded clearly.

The sound was agitated and echoed back and forth in the tall cave.

As the voice became louder and louder, an extremely terrifying sound wave was transmitted from the voice.Under the impact of the raging sound waves, the multicolored mist that originally gathered but never dissipated broke out of the confinement and began to diffuse in all directions in the cave.

Amidst the turmoil of the sound waves, the two gathering monks opened their eyes for the first time, and when they looked at each other, there was a look of shock in their eyes.

With the surge of energy contained in the sound waves, the auras of the two people's body protection suddenly became distorted and deformed under the impact of the sound waves, and Weng Ming's voice seemed to be crushed by the sound waves.

Under the sudden change of complexion, the two of them quickly made a formula, and suddenly drove the spiritual power in their bodies with all their strength, injecting it into the protective aura outside their bodies.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Qin was not melted by the strange devouring power, and he was able to drive spiritual power to emit such a terrifying sound wave effect."

Looking at the multicolored mist spreading towards the surroundings in the distance, Bo Chong with a curly face, his eyes flashed solemnly, and words came out in a hurry.There was surprise in his words.

He had entered the colorful mist before, and he had comprehended the words and spirit patterns on the stone tablet at a distance of thirty or forty feet.

He has a deep understanding of the colorful mist and the strange aura contained in it, and is even more afraid of the unpredictable terrifying aura in the stone tablet.

And he knew that as long as he really fell into that terrifying artistic conception, it would be too difficult to get out again. Unless he could completely see through the hundreds of thousands of spirit patterns in that artistic conception, he would have to fall into it. Turned into bones.Among the monks who fell in the colorful mist, there are many monks who are late stage and peak monks.

If he hadn't prepared a powerful backhand in advance, and he was far enough away from the stele, he would have turned into a mummy and eventually stayed in the colorful mist.

Moreover, Bo Chong also knew that as long as he got close to the stone tablet seventy or eighty feet away, he would be imprisoned in the sea of ​​pills in his body, making it difficult to drive even a trace of magic power.

But at this moment, in that continuous sound wave, it is obvious that there is a majestic spiritual power.

Fairy Qianyue also showed a look of shock on her charming face. As a person from Chiyan Mountain, she knew much more about this place than Bo Chong.

For thousands of years, no matter whether it is a cultivator of Tongshen or a cultivator of Xuanling, the colorful mist has never spread around.But now, this impossible thing has appeared in front of him.

Hearing the voice coming from the mist, it is obvious that the young man who entered it is expressing the stagnant energy in his heart.

Looking at the colorful mist in the distance, the female cultivator felt more and more puzzled and shocked by the young monk who could mobilize the mana in her body and make the mist disperse.

The sound waves lasted for more than ten breaths before suddenly stopping.

With the disappearance of the sound waves, the multicolored mist that originally diffused towards the surrounding area gathered back towards the original place again.It seems that it was only bulging just now, and now it has been recovered.

Just when the multicolored mist fell back down again, the mist suddenly rolled over, and then the two sides parted, and a figure walked out of the mist without haste.

"The two fellow daoists have been waiting for a long time, and Qin finally saw the faces of the two fellow daoists again. The stele is really strange and terrifying, and Hao Xuan was imprisoned by it and could not escape, and fell into it."

With his body shaking, Qin Fengming appeared in front of Fairy Qianyue and Bai Chong.In his calm expression, there is also a ray of fear appearing. Looking back at the colorful mist behind him, the fear in his eyes is also constantly flashing.

"Fellow Daoist really admires Bai Mou. Fellow Daoist is completely unhindered. Could it be that in this month, he saw through the changes in the various mysterious spirit patterns in the artistic conception, broke free from the shackles of the terrifying forbidden breath, and came out soberly?" " Looking at Qin Fengming, Bo Chong's eyes sparkled, although the color of shock disappeared, but he also spoke solemnly.

Although Fairy Qianyue didn't speak, her expression showed that she wanted to know what Qin Fengming experienced in the colorful mist.